TSoFl01 - Miami Burn by Patten John D

Author:Patten, John D [Patten, John D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, amazon
ISBN: 9780996890014
Google: -vFfuQEACAAJ
Amazon: B0768XSLCW
Publisher: D2Rev Publishing
Published: 2018-06-26T22:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

I PARKED BEHIND a cruiser with its blues flashing and leaped out in the middle of the stopped cars on 41st Street. It had taken me a full forty-five minutes in the storm and traffic. The sun was back out and there was a commotion going on.

A helicopter buzzed overhead. News vans were all over, reporters talking into cameras.

A line of police tape surrounded an area in a parking lot behind a bank. The parking lot fronted the Biscayne Waterway which ran under West 41st Street. A white tent had been set up on the grassy spot between the parking lot and the water. Uniformed officers surrounded the area while technicians in white baggy suits and booties walked around with various devices.

Across the waterway, painted on the side of an old building named the Roosevelt, was a graffiti art mural that read Welcome to Miami Beach. Its cheery cartoon bird and smiling sun looked horribly out of place. A crowd had gathered on the sidewalk on the bridge. Everyone was watching, talking, and taking videos with their phones.

In the middle of the police activity, I recognized Sofia in her black pantsuit. She was talking with several other plainclothes cops, their badges on belt hooks. I caught a glimpse of something on a long table in the tent.

My stomach sank. Even though I’m not sure if Allie is worth saving anymore, I don’t want to see her dead.

I walked up to the two uniforms nearest me, who were blocking people from the scene.

“You can’t come through here, sir,” one said. “You’ll need to cross over to the other side.”

“I was invited,” I said. “Call her over there, in the black pantsuit.”

“Who?”

“Detective Sergeant De Jesus-Montero,” I said.

Sofia caught my eye and waved me over. I gestured toward the uniforms. She gave them a thumbs-up sign and waved me over again. They looked at each other and grunted. One gestured with his thumb backward for me to pass.

I walked around the metal railing down into the bank parking lot. Several bank employees had gathered by the door. One of them was crying. I went past the yellow pylons to the makeshift command center, my heart beating faster.

Sofia met me at the perimeter of the tape. She stood with a tall gray-haired man and a muscular black woman.

“Titus,” she said, “this is Detective Belson from the Homicide Divison. He’s in charge here.”

I nodded, he nodded, both of us sizing each other up.

“This is Lieutenant Brown of OCS,” Sofia said.

I nodded at the black woman, who shot eye-daggers at me.

“So you’re the amateur investigator,” said Lieutenant Brown. “I should arrest you right now.”

I smiled. Her eyes bored into me. She stood like a prizefighter taunting an opponent. My instinct told me she’d be tough to take down.

“But I need you,” she said, “to identify a body and then answer some questions. Follow me.”

The four of us walked over to the tent, the rumble of helicopter rotors overhead. Halfway there, the Lieutenant turned and shouted at

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