Oliver Quick by Ditter Kellen

Author:Ditter Kellen [Kellen, Ditter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DK Media, LLC
Published: 2019-05-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Once the ambulance left with Missy Davis, Oliver’s rage took on a life of its own.

He pulled on some gloves and studied the room where Missy had been bound to that bed. Other than some small blood spatter on the sheets, probably from Missy, there was no other evidence from Bedford’s previous victims.

Holland had searched the barn and found the vehicles, purses, and wedding rings from the women lying in the morgue. He’d also found the chains, saws, and axes used to dismember them.

After meticulously going through the room Missy had been held in, Oliver did a walkthrough of the rest of the house.

A half-used jar of mayonnaise, some unopened sandwich meat that was out of date, and a few other random condiments resided in the refrigerator.

The freezer was bare, as were the cupboards.

The living room looked like any other house, other than a small wooden chair that sat directly in front of an old television that appeared to be from the early nineties. Come to think of it, Oliver thought, so did the wallpaper.

He trailed across the room to the only bathroom in the house. Pulling the shower curtain back, he discovered a bar of soap and bottle of off-brand shampoo. There were also two washcloths draped across a bar inside the shower stall.

A toothbrush rested along the back of the sink, next to a half-used tube of toothpaste.

Oliver dropped to his haunches, opening the cabinet door beneath the sink. There, amidst some mothballs, shaving cream, and razors, sat an open box of tampons.

Pregnant women wouldn’t need tampons.

Oliver surged to his feet and hurried out the front door.

He strode over to where Holland stood speaking to the local police chief. “There’s a girlfriend.”

“You’re sure?” Holland’s eyes narrowed in interest.

“I found an opened box of tampons under the bathroom sink. Pregnant women don’t use tampons. But someone does.”

The police chief faced Oliver. “Could be from anyone. A prostitute, a coworker from his past.”

“No.” Oliver shook his head. “A prostitute would have had them in her purse. She wouldn’t have shown up with an entire box and deposited them under his sink. And a coworker? I’m not buying it. A coworker would have taken them with her. There were also two washcloths in the shower. Could be both his, but I’m willing to bet it’s a girlfriend.”

The police chief eyed Oliver. “His closest neighbor is nearly a mile up the road. They couldn’t tell us anything, other than the fact that Wendel keeps to himself.”

“Does he have a job?” Oliver questioned, his gaze sweeping the area.

The chief shook his head. “The neighbor said he was working at the local hardware store in town, but they haven’t seen him in there for a couple of months.”

“Probably since his father’s death,” Oliver pointed out. “So, he has no money, no food in the house. And that’s his truck sitting in the drive. How is he surviving?”

Holland spoke up. “He may be collecting a social security check from his ole man.”

“Then why no food in the house?” Oliver questioned aloud.

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