SILENT HOUSE by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-06T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sheila's gaze locked onto the man behind the one-way mirror, her eyes narrowed as she sized up Albert Cartwright. The fluorescent light above cast a pale glow on his weathered face, highlighting his unkempt beard and piercing eyes. His hands clenched into fists on the table, knuckles turning white.

He looked like a man capable of violence, but was he capable of murdering an entire family in cold blood?

"Hey, you okay?" Finn Mercer's voice startled her, causing her to jump. Her heart raced as she turned to see him holding two cups of coffee.

"Jeez, Finn, you scared me," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry about that," Finn replied with a hint of concern. He held out one of the cups to her. "Thought you could use this."

"Thanks." She sipped the hot liquid gratefully, feeling it warm her insides and provide a sense of much-needed comfort.

Finn studied her face for a moment before asking again, "You sure you're alright? You've been through a lot today."

Sheila knew he was referring to the incident at Albert's farmhouse when the old man had nearly shot her for looking inside his garage. It had certainly upset her, but she wasn't about to let fear dictate her life. Not now, not ever.

"Maybe your stoicism is rubbing off on me," she said with a forced smile, attempting to lighten the mood. "I'm a little shaken up, but I'll be okay. Can't let fear get in the way of solving this case, right?"

He nodded, saying nothing as his gaze turned back toward Albert.

"Thank you, by the way," she said. "For saving my life."

He shrugged, as if it were of no great consequence. "Just doing my job, Sheila. You would have done the same for me."

Sheila smiled again, grateful for Finn's unwavering support. That was one of the things she appreciated most about him—his dependability. She always knew he had her back.

"Well," he said, interrupting her thoughts, "I think we've left him stewing in there long enough. What do you say we go see what he has to say for himself?"

Sheila nodded and followed Finn out of the room. As they entered the interview room, Albert looked up and glared at them. Sheila could see the veins bulging in his fists, clenched tightly together like a coiled snake ready to strike.

"Where's my damn dog?" he demanded, his voice like gravel. "Titus ain't used to bein' alone. Someone better be takin' care of him."

"Your dog is being taken care of, Mr. Cartwright," Sheila reassured him, her tone firm yet gentle. Despite her own fears, she understood that Albert's concern for his dog was genuine. She knew that Titus was probably the only living thing that Albert had any real connection with.

"Listen, Albert," Finn said, cutting straight to the chase. "You've got more serious problems than your dog getting lonely right now." He slid a folder across the table, opening it to reveal photos of the rope and the rusty knife found in his garage.

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