The Husbands by T.J. Brearton

Author:T.J. Brearton [Brearton, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thrillers and mystery
Published: 2019-03-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kelly’s shoulder mashed against the door as Broward took the corner at speed. She kept the phone to her right ear, stuck a finger in her left and tried to hear the detective from Camillus. “The victim is confirmed as Jessica Carter-Spence,” the detective said.

“She was alone?”

“Alone. Has two kids but they’re at school and daycare.”

Broward said, “Tell them we’re about five minutes out.” He hit the gas as a streetlight turned to yellow and flew through the intersection. His police lights were flashing. “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” The road was busy. He made the next left toward Camillus, tires squealing with the tight turn.

Camillus Park was in a residential area, the playground bright with primary colors, but a child’s slide and swing set took on an ominous look surrounded by law enforcement vehicles and strobing lights. A Camillus patrol officer lifted the crime scene tape and Broward rolled through.

A female detective waved them over when they got out of the car. She handed Kelly a plastic evidence bag containing a single brass casing. Kelly saw 30-30 WIN stamped around the firing pin. She handed it back.

“The Spence family live just over on Shaker Heights Road, a cul-de-sac,” the Camillus detective told them. “The husband said she walks this route in the afternoon to pick up her youngest from daycare. Does it most days. Cuts up through Fox Drive and over to North Way, then back down, goes home, awaits the bus bringing the older one home. That’s her routine.”

“Where’s the husband now?”

“With the victim at Amherst Hospital. There was talk about airlifting her to Albany, but they didn’t. She was DOA.”

“Do the children know yet?”

“No. They don’t know anything yet.”

“And we have eyes on them?”

“There’s a patrol officer sitting outside of the school. We don’t have one deployed to the daycare yet — there’s only five officers on shift and we—”

“Where is it? Where’s the daycare?”

“It’s just around the corner, on North Way.”

Kelly was already running to Broward’s car. He chased after her.

“Gimme your keys,” she told him.

He tossed them to her without arguing. Kelly pulled the door shut and keyed the ignition and was rolling forward before Broward had his door closed all the way. She saw him stretch his seatbelt across his chest as she took the corner out of the parking lot and hit the gas, thinking about a killer bent on destroying families. Maybe Colton Archer had been collateral, maybe not.

She drove fast but carefully. “Which way?”

Broward swung the terminal in his car to face him, tapped at the keys. “Take a right up here. It’s a quarter mile.”

She pulsed the gas and drove as fast as she dared along the narrow residential street until Broward said, “There,” pointing to a small brown house where a Camillus patrol car was just arriving. Broward flipped on his deck lights and they flashed red and blue as Kelly stopped the vehicle in the street and got out, started running for the house.

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