The Ghost Files 4: Part 2 by Apryl Baker

Author:Apryl Baker [Baker, Apryl]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Freedom Park has always been one of my favorite places. Even after I got too old to play, I still went there just to think. It was only two blocks from my house, and I frequently used the batting cages to work out frustration. As we pulled in, I did notice there weren’t that many cars here. Nothing like finding the body of a child to deter parents and teens alike. This wasn’t New York City. We weren’t used to dead bodies turning up in our parks.

“What are we looking for, son?”

I glance over to my dad. His eyes are scanning the park, alert, but curious with just a hint of excitement. Earl Richards is a detective at heart, whether he’ll admit it or not. My brother, Cameron, became an attorney just like my dad and my grandfather, but I went to the police academy. Mom flipped out, saying it was too dangerous, but Dad? He had the biggest grin on his face. I think I fulfilled a secret fantasy of his. He’s a closet cop.

“We found a black substance on Kayla’s bear. When I asked forensics about it, they didn’t know what it was and admitted they hadn’t looked for the black goo at the other sites. I just want to check to see if it’s here.”

“Black goo?”

“Best description I have, Dad. It smells like sulphur.” I get out of the car and start walking. They’d found the body of Carl Dowling about fifty feet from the third baseball field.

“Do they have any leads on who’s taking these kids?” Dad hurries to keep up with me, and I slow down, remembering he’s not as young as he used to be. Sure, he’s only fifty-two, but he does have high blood pressure, and Mom’s always nagging him to slow down.

It’s not long before we come upon the area that’s still roped off with police tape. James Malone had requested it remain sealed until his own team could comb through it. I know for a fact that request upset quite a few at CMPD, including the forensics team. It rubbed them the wrong way when the FBI came barreling in and insinuated the cops didn’t know what they were doing by going over all their work.

“Are we allowed in there, Dan?” Dad gestures to the area. “It’s still taped off.”

“I’m a CMPD officer, Dad. I’m allowed.” I duck under the tape and stand there, taking a moment to study the area. The ground is littered with footsteps. There always seems to be more people at a crime scene than necessary. It can screw up evidence. We all know it, and yet it still happens. There are very few who will order unnecessary uniforms behind the line. Had Sergeant Carver, head of our forensics department, been here, he’d have ordered them out. He’d been at the abduction site of the next victim while his guys handled the dump site of the last victim.

I haven’t seen the crime scene photos, so I’m not exactly sure where the actual body was, so I start walking slowly, scanning everything.

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