The Unsub: Joey Mancuso, Father O'Brian Crime Mysteries Book 7: (Joey Mancuso, Father O'Brian Crime Mystery) by Owen Parr

Author:Owen Parr [Parr, Owen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

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Joey Mancuso ~

Newton closed his eyes, slid back in his chair, and covered his face with both hands. “How was he killed?” he asked, his voice muffled.

I couldn’t tell much from his reaction, other than he looked genuinely surprised. But then again, a cold killer could easily fake his reaction. “Two shots to the chest at close range.”

“When did this happen?” Newton asked, opening his eyes and dropping his hands to the arm’s rest.

I had a question in mind, but before I could ask it, Dom asked, “Do you own a firearm, Mr. Newton?”

He raised his face to look at Dom. “What?”

He was either distracted, or he was buying time before responding. Dom repeated his question.

“Yes, yes. I own a gun.”

I exchanged glances with Dom. “Do you have it here?”

His eyebrow met in a frown. “Yes, I do, but why? You think I did it?”

“Right now, sir, it’s all about preliminary questioning and removing suspects from the list,” I replied.

His tone sharpened. “So, I’m a suspect?”

To me, everyone was a suspect until they weren't. At least those with motive, opportunity, and the means. And this guy had all three now.

I didn't blink. “Like I said, it’s a question of eliminating individuals from a possible list of suspects.”

“I suppose you want to see the gun. I’ll get it for you,” Newton said.

I could see Dom shaking his head, so I quickly changed tactics. “How about you tell me where it is, and I’ll get it,” I suggested. His immediate reaction showed on his face, a look of disdain. Before he said anything, I added, “It's just protocol, sir.”

Newton stood. “I understand. Follow me. It’s in a gun case in my closet. I’ll show you.”

Dom and I both stood, and Dom asked, “May I look around, Mr. Newton?”

He looked at Dom as if he were from outer space, looked at me, sighed, and motioned. “Help yourself. There’re are two bedrooms on that side.”

I followed Newton to his bedroom, and as we entered, he pointed to the walk-in closet. “Top shelf on your left.”

I noticed all his suits, jackets, slacks, and shirts were aligned by shades of color. All the blacks, blues, browns in order. Same with the slacks, shirts, and shoes. This guy was a logical thinker, left-brained. Which was fitting for the computer whiz he was supposed to be. I pulled down the gun case and noticed it was fingerprint activated.

“Let’s go back to the living room and you can activate the lock, if you don’t mind,” I said.

Dom was still in one of the bedrooms when we sat down again in the living room. I laid the gun case on the coffee table opposite Newton. “Go ahead and open the case, please.”

He did as I asked using his index finger and sat back. I opened the case, and without touching anything, I examined the pistol. “This is a Ruger. You added the finger grip extension?”

“Yes, I did. The grip is short for a man’s hand,” he replied.

I wanted to lighten the atmosphere and get him to relax.

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