The Dead Woman by David McAfee

Author:David McAfee
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-05-17T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Matt dialed the Crawford Police Department from a pay phone. It had taken him twenty minutes to find one, but he didn't have a cell phone and doubted anyone would let him in to use theirs. Word had spread around town that Matt might be a killer, and every person he passed shied away from him. As it was, he had to look up the number in the phone book. He'd almost called 911, but didn't know what he would tell them. He didn't even know Abbey's address. How could he inform them of what was going on?

No, he needed Dale.

The operator came on the line. "Crawford Police Department. Can I help you?"

"I need to speak to Dale Everett, please. It's an emergency."

"If this is an emergency, sir, you should call 9-1-1."

"No. I need Dale. Could you just get him on the line, please?"

There was a long pause. Then she said, "I'll see if I can get him on the line. I believe he's out patrolling."

"Thank you," Matt replied. He could have kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. Abbey's van, her big garage, the house way out in the country, and her addiction. Dale hadn't known what the drug was called, but Matt would have bet anything those bottles Dale talked about were labeled ketamine. What was it all the Blake County Killer's victims had in common? They were all young, attractive brunettes.

Just like Annie.

There was a crackle on the other end of the line, and then Dale's voice came though.

"This is Dale, can I help you?"

"Dale, it's Matt."

Another long pause. Then, "I thought you were leaving town. It says here you're at the pay phone by Walton and Fitch."

"I was going to leave. I still am, but something's come up. Something important. I need to meet with you. Now."

"What's this about, Matt?"

In the background, Matt heard the receptionist ask if Dale was talking to "that Cahill fella."

"I can't tell you everything because there isn't time, but it's about Abbey."

"I told you I'm done with her."

You might be done with her, but she isn't done with the people of Crawford, Matt thought. "It's not Abbey I'm worried about. It's Annie."

"Annie? Jordan? The kid from McDonald's? What's she got to—"

"Can you just come here and get me? Please? It's an emergency, Dale. We don't have much time."

It's only halftime. The game isn't over yet, Matt.

"It might already be too late," Matt said.

"All right, I'm coming. But if this is some sort of—"

"Thanks, Dale. See you soon." Matt hung up the phone.

Abbey was the Blake County Killer. It all added up. He should have seen it. But she didn't have any sores on her face when he met her, and she seemed so nice. Plus he'd been taken in by her similar ability to see evil, and her story was almost as sad as his own. No wonder he couldn't put the pieces together until now.

Plus, she was one hell of a wild fuck, he admitted.

Matt shook his head. Focus! He needed to figure out how to get Dale to believe him.

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