Caribbean Moon (Manny Williams Series Book 1) by Rick Murcer

Author:Rick Murcer [Murcer, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Murcer Press
Published: 2014-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER-39

“Do I have reason to be concerned?” asked Agent Corner, glancing at Captain Serafini then back to Gavin.

Gavin gazed at the hot latte as steam rose into the air with an indolent dance. He lifted the mug and drank cautiously.

“This is the best latte I’ve ever had, the best.”

“Gavin, I—”

Gavin interrupted Agent Corner. “Concerned? That’s funny. Manny Williams is the most talented investigator I’ve ever worked with. He sees things that aren’t noticed by other cops, good cops. Maybe more than that, he feels things. He has solved cases that, in my opinion, would never have been closed without his insight.”

“I’ve read his personnel file, and I must admit his record for cases-assigned to cases-solved is amazing. But I’m not con—”

Gavin cut off the FBI agent a second time. “Do you know how he put the hammer on Peppercorn?”

Gavin could see that Corner wanted to reverse the table, to butt in. Like that was going to happen. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but he was still a Fed. He was going to give Corner a taste of his own medicine. The FBI didn’t always get to win. Besides, it could help catch the killer.

“After the third attack, he came into my office to ask for the evidence bags from the first case. He said he had noticed something from one of the pictures that wasn’t addressed by the CSU or the FBI’s ERT lab. No one thought anything of a tiny, black hair caught underneath a button on the first victim’s sleeve. Hell, we must have seen it a hundred times, but never really saw it, you know? I reminded him that the first girl had short, black hair, and it belonged to her. I told him we had pulled several like it from the victim’s clothes, and all of them had been hers. He said it didn’t look right. More than that, it didn’t feel right.

“So we pulled the hair from the shirt and, damn, he was spot on. The hair belonged to a black Labrador retriever. Not just a black Lab, but an American black Lab. The hair is just a tiny bit smaller and less coarse than a regular, block-headed English black Lab.

“There were only two kennels in the Lansing area that sold this kind of dog. We went through their sales records and made a list of people we wanted to speak with.

“Williams was on the way to see Peppercorn because he showed up as one of the people who had bought a dog. He had gotten the pup for his mother as a birthday gift. Just as Manny pulled into his driveway, he heard a scream. Peppercorn had just dragged his intended fifth victim into the house. The son of a bitch was in jail an hour later.”

Corner nodded. “I knew some of the story. Impressive. It’s also the kind of effort we’re going to need in this case. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Gavin lipped more of the choice coffee.

“Did I say this is damn good stuff?”

Captain Serafini smiled.

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