The Victor Loshak Series: Mystery Thriller Box Set by E.M. Smith

Author:E.M. Smith [Vargus, L.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: serial killer thriller
Published: 2020-11-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The rest of the task force meeting proceeded smoothly. New potential leads were floated, and angles of attacking the investigation got locked into actionable plans.

For his part, Loshak mentioned checking out Todd Flickinger, the special teams coach that Mike Dent allegedly had an argument with. Rainie volunteered to handle the interview since nobody else wanted to make the drive to Warrensburg.

The rest of the leads were divvied up between the detectives, and then the less glamorous, ground-pounding, phone-answering jobs got handed out. With all of the decisions made, the task force meeting was adjourned.

Being so close to the door, Loshak and Spinks found themselves among the first ones out of the conference room.

“You know who gets defensive when somebody points out their attempts to avoid solving a crime?” Spinks said in a low voice as they passed through the desk pool.

Loshak rolled up his information packet and slapped it against his palm.

“Saying I’d give my profile ‘if we have time,’ was Tavares’ way of showing he was still in control, not an Illuminati tactic to cover up a murder.”

Before Spinks could respond, a voice called out from behind.

“Hey, Agent Loshak.”

Rainie fell into step beside them, and Spinks tactfully let the conspiracy theorizing drop.

“I was wondering if you wanted to sit in on my interview with Flickinger. It’s going to be a drive, but after all of your stuff I’ve read, I’d really be interested in seeing what you make of him. Anyway, it’s your lead.”

Loshak smiled, recognizing the friendly gesture. Among detectives, the lead was sacred. A good lead could bring about a collar, and the more collars you had, the faster your career advanced.

“Yeah, alright.”

After hearing Tricia Dent describe her husband as being one person at home and a completely different person on the field, Loshak was intrigued by the idea of talking to a guy who’d been on the receiving end of Dent’s harsher personality — the Mr. Hyde of Mr. Dent. Loshak gave Rainie his number.

“Let me know when you’ve got a time for the interview set up, and if I can make it, I’ll go.”

“Sweet,” Rainie said with a grin.

She had a snaggletooth on the right side. Paired with the ponytail, it made the detective look about ten years old.

Spinks stepped through the lobby door out into the pale evening light, then stopped to hold it open.

“After you,” he said in the joking, half-singsong tone of a radio deejay.

“Thank you, sir,” the detective said, matching it.

Out in the parking lot, she started backing toward her car and pointed a finger at Loshak.

“I’ll holler at you tomorrow, let you know what’s going on.”

Loshak nodded.

“Thanks.”

“Bye, Rainie,” Spinks said, twiddling his fingers in a cutesy wave.

“Later,” she called back.

Spinks chuckled as they headed for the rental.

“What?”

“Nothing.” The reporter shook his head in big, exaggerated sweeps and whipped out his little green notebook. “If you can’t see it, then nothing.”

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