The Guilty by Jason Pinter

Author:Jason Pinter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Investigative reporting, Journalists, Henry (Fictitious character), New York (N.Y.), Serial murder investigation - New York (State) - New York, General, Outlaws, Parker, Suspense, Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Serial murderers, Espionage
ISBN: 9780778324638
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2008-03-01T07:03:28+00:00

burned everything to the ground.

I dialed Amanda's line at work. It went right to voice mail.

"Hey, babe, it's me, I'm heading home now. You're probably still at work, just wanted to know if we should plan to

have dinner together. Anyway, give me a call back. Love you."

Click.

I needed a night to relax, unwind. Everything this past

week had come so suddenly. All those deaths--deaths of

people I knew. The NYPD was beside themselves at this

point, and the newspapers hadn't pulled punches in their criticism. And though New York had arguably the finest police department in the country, it was also a city in which it was all

too easy to disappear. I knew that firsthand. Sooner or later

the net would close in on Roberts. We could only hope it did

before that Winchester fired again.

The Gazette' s sales had gone through the roof the last few

days. The city hadn't seen such juicy copy in a long time, and

people were buying up papers in droves. Between Athena

Paradis's murder, the turmoil at Franklin-Rees after Jeffrey

Lourdes's death, the NYPD wanting blood for Joe Mauser,

and the societal fallout from David Loverne's murder, it was

a gold mine for newshounds.

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Jason Pinter

Joe Mauser's death had been relegated to the back pages.

A cop dying in the line of duty just didn't sell as many papers

as a murdered pretty blond white girl. It was strange that this

pissed me off so much, considering Joe Mauser's bullet had

left a nasty scar on my leg. Just one year ago, Mauser wanted

to kill me. I held no ill will toward the man. If someone had

done to my family what he thought I'd done to his, I would

have wanted blood, as well.

I got off the subway and began walking toward our apartment. The summer sun was dipping below the clouds, the

shimmering towers of NewYork fading into night. The streets

began to fill as people straggled home from work. Finally,

after over a year I felt I was becoming a part of this city. It

hadn't been easy, thanks to assholes like Frank Rourke. Since

the dog crap prank, my desk had been left alone. I had gone

along with it, laughed it up, threw it in the trash and left it at

that. If you let guys like Frank know they'd drawn blood,

they'd grow addicted to the taste. I could bleed on my own

time.

I approached the apartment building and fished in my

pocket for the key. I wondered if we should move to a safer

neighborhood, live in a building with a doorman. Now that

Amanda was living with me I wasn't completely comfortable

with her walking home alone, especially since most days she

came home later than I did. I had to take care of the woman

I loved. Put her needs before mine. I was determined to prove

Jack wrong. I could balance work and relationships. I didn't

have to give in just because he did. Jack was a legend, but an

old school legend. I was strong. I could make it work.

As I turned the key in the lock, a voice broke the night and

froze my blood. I recognized that voice, only now it was

louder, angrier.

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