Every Kind of Wicked by Lisa Black

Author:Lisa Black [Black, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2020-06-12T00:00:00+00:00

Monday, 9:10 a.m.

The guys in Vice hadn’t been personally acquainted with Marlon Toner, but could offer some general suggestions on where to start looking. They also suggested the homeless shelters—if he were out of doors, this bitter cold would force him to seek shelter no matter how much he wanted to avoid the authorities.

“I’m not so sure,” Riley said. He sat at his desk across from Jack’s, warming his hands on a cup of coffee. He wore a Christmas-themed tie that must have been a gift from one of his daughters because Jack could see no reason other than sentiment to hang such a bright conglomeration of elves, three-dimensional reindeer horns, and gold lamé accents around one’s neck. He kept this thought to himself.

“His sister said that he said he didn’t need money,” Riley went on. “So he may have a place to stay.”

“She also said he hadn’t showered in a couple days, so that could have been his pride talking.”

“It’s six degrees outside. I doubt he’d sleep on a grate purely to keep from having to tell his sister he was broke.”

“True, but we don’t have a lot of options. We can start at the hangouts first, try the shelters second.”

Riley massaged the dip where his nose met his skull. “I’m going to need more coffee.”

But then another detective walked in and told them they had a visitor. “Some little chick says she’s here about somebody named Harding. Your guy in the cemetery, right?”

Riley got up with something like enthusiasm. A visitor, after all, put off the moment when they would have to plunge into the aforementioned six degrees.

Shanaya Thomas stood in what passed for a lobby for their floor, dressed in a parka she kept zipped to her chin. “I came to get Evani’s stuff,” she said without preamble.

“Let’s find a place where we can sit down,” Riley said.

“I don’t have much time. I have to get to work.”

“I understand,” he assured her, which assured her of absolutely nothing because her getting to work on time was not their priority. Wringing more information about Evan Harding out of her, that was their priority.

They ushered her into an interview room, a much softer name than interrogation room, with only slightly softer decor. It held nothing save one simple table and three chairs. Two for them, one for her, but the disproportion didn’t appear to bother the girl.

Jack thought she had changed in the past two days. The sweet, grieving and completely innocent persona had been set aside as unhelpful; she had decided on her goals and narrowed her focus to a laser point. This didn’t make her cold or aggressive, only determined. He had to use that determination to get what he needed from her.

Problem was, he didn’t know what he needed from her. She might have no more clue who had murdered her boyfriend than Jack had.

“Have you been able to locate any relatives of Evan’s? Other friends?” Riley began.

“No.”

“Where did he live before?”

“Before when?”

“Before your current apartment.”

She considered.

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