Wild Demon: A Coastal Caribbean Adventure (Tyson Wild Thriller Book 33) by Tripp Ellis

Wild Demon: A Coastal Caribbean Adventure (Tyson Wild Thriller Book 33) by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2021-10-10T23:00:00+00:00


27

"Chuck's phone left campus at 10:46 PM last night,” Isabella said.

I had the call on speaker so JD could hear.

“He traveled to his apartment at 834 Cackling Goose Way. It remained there for the rest of the evening. Allison Christie’s phone was at Gingerbread's from 9:24 to 11:13 PM. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Charles Lowe is in the clear."

"What time did Allison end up in the chapel?" I asked.

"It looks like she walked across campus, and by 11:28 PM the phone was stationary inside the chapel."

"That would coincide with Brenda's timeline."

Isabella’s fingers clacked the keyboard. “As for Lewis Hawthorne… GPS puts him in and around Freeman Hall all night.”

Kyler Grant, Griffin Donnelly, and Zane Richards were among Allison Christie’s recent contacts. I gave Isabella their numbers.

With a few more keystrokes, she said, “Griffin Donnelly’s phone was up and down Oyster Avenue until a little after 2 AM.”

It didn’t rule him out, but he was a low priority in my mind. They were all low priority leads, but needed to be vetted.

“Zane Richard’s phone was off the grid after 10:12 PM.”

“Interesting.”

“Kyler Grant was at Gingerbread’s until 2:03 AM.”

“Thanks for the info,” I said.

“You bet,” she said.

Before ending the call, I asked her to keep tabs on Lewis’s phone and let me know when he was on the move.

“Lewis could have easily left his phone in Freeman Hall and slipped across campus,” JD said.

“And Kyler Grant could have left his phone at Gingerbread’s, followed Allison across campus, and attacked her. It looks like their date didn’t go well. Leaves him plenty enough time to get back to Gingerbread’s for one last beer.”

JD frowned. “This is getting complicated. Complicated makes me nervous.”

We liked open and shut. Complicated cases could drag on and sometimes go unsolved.

“I’ll see if Isabella can coordinate any of those numbers to the time and location of the other campus attacks, but something tells me we’re dealing with a criminal savvy enough not to commit a crime while carrying a tracking device,” I said.

We drove to Oyster Avenue, found a place to park on the strip, and hopped out. We strolled the sidewalk, looking for some place to eat, and decided on Totally Tubular. It was a surf-themed restaurant with longboards hanging on the wall along with pictures of famous surfers and teal blue swells forming perfect barrels.

The food was good, and there were always free-spirited surfer girls in the place. Fresh-faced beauties that looked great without makeup, their sun-kissed hair dangling at their shoulders, their bodies toned and tanned.

I ordered the Wipeout Burger with lettuce, onion, tomato, cheddar cheese, mushrooms, bacon, and a mystery cream sauce (which was probably 1,000 Island dressing and mayo). Jack ordered the blackened mahi mahi sandwich with lettuce, tomato, onion, and dill tartar. We split a basket of sweet potato fries.

A cute waitress delivered the meal to our high-top table, and we chowed down. The burger was juicy and tasty, full of artery-clogging goodness. The fries were crispy and seasoned.



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