Beg For Your Life by C. M. Sutter

Author:C. M. Sutter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C. M. Sutter
Published: 2022-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

With everyone doing their job, Rue and I returned to the precinct. We needed to compare contacts in John Keller’s phone with Brandon’s. I didn’t believe it was a coincidence that both men looked to be killed in nearly the same manner. They hadn’t been shot or stabbed, but their faces and heads were destroyed beyond recognition.

As I sat at my desk, I thought about Devon’s earlier statement. “How did you phrase what you said about the person who killed Brandon?”

He shrugged. “Hell, I don’t remember.”

“I said something about Brandon not being scrawny, and then you said—”

“Oh yeah. I said whoever killed him must have been tougher and bigger than Brandon.”

“That’s right.” I rattled my fingers on the desk. “What if our killer, aka mystery man, followed the tow truck to Brandon’s house and killed him.”

“Why and how? He didn’t have a vehicle, plus it would have been nearly impossible to get past the officers who were searching for him.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Yeah, I suppose. I’d like to know how he slipped out of the area, though, and where he is now.”

“And that’s the million-dollar question.”

I called down to the evidence locker and said I was on my way. I needed John’s phone. After signing in, collecting the phone, and signing out, I returned to our floor and my desk. There, I stretched gloves over my fingers then opened the evidence bag Martin had given me before we left Brandon’s house. He had already printed Brandon’s phone and bagged it.

I handed the phone to Rue. “You read off his contacts, and I’ll compare the names to John’s.”

“Yep, that’ll work.” Devon read the names aloud and looked at me after each one. “Nothing?”

“Nope. Believe me, if any matched, I’d be yelling it out.”

Brandon had only twelve contacts—not many by most standards—and none matched John’s.

“Well, that was a bust. I thought we might be onto something.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m out of ideas, Devon. We’ve talked to everyone, compared friends and phone contacts, compared manners of death, and still nothing and no prints.”

“Yeah, Kim and the pawnshop owners were killed with a nine-millimeter handgun that likely had a silencer attached to it. Brandon and John were beaten to death. Different killers? I can’t even say that for sure.”

Seconds later, my desk phone rang. I hoped it was Royce calling with a task for us. “Cannon speaking.”

“Detective Cannon, it’s Officer Petrie calling.”

“Yep. What’s up, Petrie?”

“I have a lead.”

I was stunned and didn’t quite know what he meant. “A lead? Where and for whom?”

“Here, at Brandon’s place. A woman three houses down, I’m pretty sure a squatter, originally said she didn’t see anything, so I continued on. Later, as I was heading back to the crime scene, she called out from the abandoned house. I looked over, and she waved me toward her. I think she was afraid to be seen talking to the police with all the bystanders around.”

“Get to the point, Petrie. What did she tell you?”

“Sorry. She said she was sure it was late in the day because she felt hungry.

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