Fever Pitch (Kenzie Gilmore Crime Thriller Book 6) by Biba Pearce & Without Warrant

Author:Biba Pearce & Without Warrant [Pearce , Biba & Warrant , Without]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liquid Mind Publishing
Published: 2023-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Reid hung up, his pulse elevated. Kenzie was still on the phone with Mrs. Dooley, so he waited for her to finish. “Could you send me a photo of those pictures you found? Yes, that’s right. Just snap a photograph with your phone and message them to me. That would be great. Thank you so much, Mrs. Dooley.”

Flushed, she ended the call. “She’s got something. It might be nothing, but she’s found a couple of photographs of her husband back in ‘89. He’s with friends and work colleagues.”

“You never know.” Reid slid his phone into his back pocket.

“What did you find out?”

“It looks like our guy might have been in the military.”

Kenzie’s eyes widened. “What makes you say that?”

“Freya Kownacki remembers talking to him about the war in Afghanistan. He seemed pretty knowledgeable. So much so, she asked him if he’d been in the forces. He denied it, of course.”

“But he could have been lying,” Kenzie breathed.

“He wouldn’t have wanted to give away too much about himself,” Reid agreed.

Kenzie swiped at a stray hair. “Unfortunately, until we have some point of reference, we can’t look up any military records. We don’t even know what year he served, if he really did.”

“Freya was picked up in the same bar as Gail.” Reid sat down on the bed.

“He’s territorial,” Kenzie surmised. “Two bars in the same strip.”

“The motels he takes them to are all in the vicinity too,” Reid added. “He must have lived around there.”

“Usually, I don’t like jumping to conclusions, but I’d say that’s likely.”

Reid looked up at her. “Are we getting anywhere? I mean, is this helping?”

“We know it’s the same man,” she pointed out. “Gail, Monica, Freya, the dead women. It’s his MO.”

Reid sighed. “I know. I feel like the list of women he’s assaulted is growing, but no one knows anything that will help us catch the bastard.”

“Every victim gives us a little more information,” she said. “Slowly, we’re building up a picture of the guy. Sooner or later, we’ll find something we can use.”

Reid hoped she was right.

Kenzie's phone beeped. Glancing down, she gave a wry smile. “Mrs. Dooley’s figured out how to use WhatsApp.”

There was a continuous stream of pings, before her phone finally fell silent.

Kenzie sat beside Reid. She surveyed the photographs, studying each one before moving on to the next one. Five photographs in, she paused.

“What?” He studied the image on her screen but couldn’t see anything unusual.

She frowned. “I don’t know. Do you have a magnifying glass?”

“Not on me, no. Can’t you zoom in?”

“It’s blurry. I need to read that sign in the background.” She handed the phone to him. Reid took a look, squinting at the photograph. Jeff Dooley, the leather worker, stood next to two other men. They were in a street, cars in the background. The styles were old, definitely 80s. On the other side of the road was a narrow, brick building with a red awning over the door. Stenciled on the awning was a name.

Reid didn’t need a magnifying glass to read it.

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