Point of Snow Return (Alaska Cozy Mystery Book 14) by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

5

Pete logged onto an old dinosaur computer sitting on his desk with tired fingers. “Okay, Jim, let’s see what you sent me,” he mumbled under his breath while holding a half-smoked cigar in his mouth; a mouth scented with Chinese food and coffee. From an outsider’s view, Pete resembled an old 1940s detective wearing a white button-up shirt with gray suspenders. From Pete’s point of view, he looked like a retired cop who was worried sick. Lara Wilston had to be the daughter of the Back Alley Killer.

“Come on, come on,” Pete fussed at his computer as he tried to jump onto the internet and log onto a secure police site that, technically, Pete was banned from; Jim Wallace had slipped Pete a secret password under the rug. “I don’t have time to dilly dally.” Pete knew talking to an inanimate object was pointless, but he still fussed at the computer anyway in order to vent. Finally, the internet popped up. Pete quickly went to a “Data and Research” site (the “Police site,” as Pete called it) and logged on with the password Jim had slipped him. “Okay…let’s go to records…”

As Pete hammered on the gray keyboard sitting on his desk, a hard hand knocked on his office door. Pete lifted a set of cautious eyes, grabbed a Glock 17 from a shoulder holster he had worn for years and years, and yelled: “Who is it?”

“Jim!”

Pete lowered his gun and shook his head. “Stop being jumpy,” he snapped at himself and then told Jim to enter his office.

A short, plump little man who could have been mistaken for a miniature Jim Reeves burst into Pete’s office as if he were on fire. “Pete—”

“I’m logged into the police site right now, Jim…searching for the file—”

“Forget that,” Jim barked. He hurried across a messy office that fit well with a retired cop and snatched a brown folder out from the gray trench coat he was wearing. “I found her!”

Pete stared up at Jim with careful eyes. Sure, Jim resembled a miniature Jim Reeves who belonged in a 1950s sitcom, but the man was a clever cop who had helped solve many difficult cases; well, clever when it came to computers. When it came to people…mostly women…the poor guy fell flat. Jim had not been on a date in over two years; at the age of sixty, that wasn’t good. “You found Lara Wilston?”

“I believe so. Look in the folder,” Jim barked again in an excited voice. He looked down at Pete’s desk, spotted a half-eaten box of Chinese noodles, and helped himself. “Lisa Wilson, right?” he asked.

“Huh?” Pete asked.

“Lisa Wilson…that was the name of the little girl who went missing, right?”

“Yeah,” Pete confirmed, watching Jim gobble down his Chinese food.

“Lara Wilston…” Jim said through a mouth full of noodles.

Pete felt frustration rise in his cheeks. “Jim, get to the point!” he snapped.

“Math,” Jim explained. “The ‘A’ and the ‘R’ replaced the ‘I’ and the ‘S’…Lara…Lisa. And a ‘T’ was added to the name Wilson.

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