Last Supper: Chase Adams Season Two (A Chase Adams FBI Thriller Book 18) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2025-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Chase’s mind was spinning.

“Where are you now?” she said, after a hard swallow.

“I’m sitting in the visitors lot of the Ascension Hospital. Dr. Fontaine is inside.”

“Don’t move. We’re coming to you.”

Chase put the address into her phone and started to drive.

How can this be? Micheal Mann’s mother kills her husband and then commits suicide. He goes missing then shows up at the Tressfield kitchen table with the family, his throat slit?

This case was fucked up before any of this came to light.

Now, it was a full-blown nightmare—one that refused to make sense, no matter how they looked at it.

“Chase, if Micheal Mann took James II’s spot at the Tressfield’s table, who’s the boy at the Holsteader’s table?”

Chase thought back to Monty’s stupid detective board. Linus had identified three families that all had dealings with Dr. Fontaine at Ascension Hospital. The Manns, the Drovels, and the Blassmans. Maxine Drovel was a girl but, like Michael, she was—had been—gone to the wind.

But Arthur Blassman?

“Arthur’s dead,” Chase said, thinking out loud. “Monty said that he died with his father in an electrical fire. Mother died… in a car accident, I think.”

Frost bit her lip.

“What?” Chase probed.

“Remember Connor Byrd?”

Chase pictured the man in the tub, the bullet hole in the side of this head. The watch on the wrong wrist.

Her first thought was that this was what Frost was going to bring up. That she’d gone over everything she’d seen in that filthy, shit-smelling bathroom and decided now was the time to call her on tampering with evidence.

“The police report said that he’d been released, that Connor had served his time. But that was wrong; the man was on probation.”

Chase was surprised, pleasantly so, that this wasn’t about the watch. So much so, that she didn’t have a clue what her partner was saying.

“And?”

The hospital came into view and Chase finally slowed.

“What if the report is wrong? What if Arthur didn’t die in the fire?”

Now, Chase understood.

“What if the kid at the Holsteader’s table was Arthur Blassman?” Chase finished for Frost.

“Exactly.”

No more needed to be said.

They found Monty standing outside his vehicle, looking casual, in the visitor lot.

As much as Chase wanted to park directly next to the cop, blocking in at least two other cars in the process, she didn’t want to draw attention to themselves.

Their only suspect at this point, weak as their evidence was, was inside the hospital.

Monty gave them a half wave as Chase parked several places down. She waved back, but with intention.

Monty came over.

“Get in,” Chase said.

Monty plunked his bulk down in the backseat behind her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chase said the moment he closed the door.

“I don’t know. But that picture I showed you sure as hell looks like the kid at the table.”

“How did he get there? Did someone kidnap him, keep him hostage for months, only to drag him to the Tressfield house to kill him?” Chase was speaking just for the sake speaking now, which wasn’t like her, but she couldn’t help herself.

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