With Ties that Bind: A Broken Bonds Novel: Book Three by Wolfe Trisha

Author:Wolfe, Trisha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

12

Narcissistic Tendencies

Quinn

What a fucking shit storm.

“You think you could invite more idiots to trample my crime scene?” This is directed toward Special Agent Rollins, who’s suited up in a Tyvek suit, booties to boot.

He should’ve been securing the scene rather than worried about damn transfer. It’s a fucking club—literally. So much scuzzy DNA to weed through, it’s wasted effort to try to limit contamination.

“It’s an open scene,” I say as I barricade the front door with a stool. “Been a while since you’ve been in the field, I guess.”

Rollins kicks out of the plastic suit, the swish of his harried movements adding a comedic element to the dark backdrop of the scene. Red and blues flash against the front of the building. Gawkers crane their necks to get a glimpse inside the club.

“Ironically enough—” he drops the suit into an evidence bag and tosses it to a tech “—I’m only ever in the field when I’m in your neck of the woods. Arlington used to be a quiet city before you became lead detective.”

I can’t argue with that. “Try to keep up.”

Once I’ve gotten the unis and a few club stragglers out of the way, I instruct officers to focus on the scene and not their dicks. I usher a pair of strippers to the back room, out of sight, where interviews are being conducted.

Near the front of a makeshift stage, yellow caution tape marks off the main crime scene. I step over the tape and pull on a pair of gloves. The bodies of Lewis Sellars and Marcus Right are lying on their sides near each other, as if they were sharing the same table. Angling Marcus’s chin up, I tilt his head to examine the bullet wound.

Direct fucking hit to his forehead.

The second vic has an identical wound. Nine millimeter by the size, and the shooter is an excellent shot. According to Rollins, most witnesses claim they only heard two shots, some say more. I factor in the loud music and altered perception due to alcohol and drugs, and conclude the shooter only fired off two shots. His precise aim decides this more than the statements.

“I have unis canvassing the club for bullets,” Rollins says. “Just to be sure.”

I nod. It’s probably not needed, but best to be thorough. I promised Avery as much. Looking over her dead kidnappers should spark some emotion, but I’ve got nothing—nothing but resentment, since I now have to find another way to get my message to the Alpha.

The letter Avery received makes this all the more urgent, and for a split-second, I consider using the darknet to get his attention. I shut that idea down just as quickly. Giving the Alpha any access to her at all will only fuel him on. He’s not getting a response. Not from her.

The alternative is to use the Alpha’s inside connections. Go public with Wells’ trophies, without implementing Wells in the serial murders. Avery and Sadie can’t be questioned in connection to his death.

Jesus. I have no right to ridicule Rollins on his crime scene etiquette.

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