Wounds by Alton Gansky

Author:Alton Gansky
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Suspense
ISBN: 9781433677151
Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
Published: 2013-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

The three filled their coffee cups and slipped down the hall to one of the small conference rooms. The room was equipped with a whiteboard, held a table and chairs that could seat eight. Carmen sat at the head of the table near the whiteboard; Bud and Hector selected opposites sides of the well-worn work table so they could face each other.

“Okay, Hec, bring us up to speed on your case.”

“Not much more to add.” He pulled his chair closer to the table and wrapped his hands around his coffee cup as if fearful it might fly away. “You’ve seen the body. Bizarre. We canvassed the scene looking for vehicle tracks but came up empty. While the ground around the old barracks is dusty, there’s just not enough of a dirt film to leave tire or shoe impressions. Besides that, it’s a popular place for off-road cyclists to tear up the place. We found plenty of rubber marks, but they were all from motorcycles. I doubt the perp gave the guy a ride on the back of his Honda.”

“That’s the old Navy barracks, right? Near the Marine Air Station.” Bud looked more rested than Carmen felt, but he still looked a little wrung out.

“Yep. It was built during World War II and stayed active until the end of Vietnam, when the Navy abandoned it. They never sold it because they used to store some nasty chemicals and fuels there. That was after they stopped housing reservists there. Clean up would cost more than the property is worth, even in San Diego.”

“If it’s a dangerous place, then why do they let cyclists ride out there?” Carmen leaned back.

“They don’t let people ride out there, bikers just do it.” Hector sipped his coffee, then grimaced as if the strong brew had awakened his irritated stomach. “We’re lucky the guys who found the body called it in. By doing so, they had to admit to riding on government property without permission.”

“Did you bust, ’em?” Bud grinned.

“Nah. Would you? They did us a favor.”

The door to the conference room opened and Carmen stiffened. Assistant Chief Barry Claymore entered. Captain Darrel Simmons followed, an apology on his face.

“May I join you?” Claymore moved to the end of the table as if answering his own question.

No. “Of course, sir. Glad to have you here.”

His expression said he was doubtful. “Captain Simmons tells me there’s been a couple of developments. I need to be brought up to speed. The chief is at an IACP-related meeting in Denver. He told me to stay on top of this and keep the mayor briefed.”

The International Association of Chiefs of Police held several conferences throughout the year, the annual conference being late in May.

“Yes, sir.” Was it better to stand or to remain seated like the others? “Detective Garcia was filling us in on this morning’s case.”

“I don’t have any details.” Claymore leaned back in his chair like the CEO of a large corporation surrounded by his minions. “Maybe you can start from the beginning.

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