Mind of a Killer: A Gripping Crime Mystery and Suspense Thriller (A Reece Cannon Thriller Book 7) by Paul Knox

Author:Paul Knox [Knox, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fate Knox Publishing
Published: 2023-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

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Reece parked her Jeep a few houses down from Jacob's place. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the quiet street. Jacob's house was near Alexander's and also somewhat similar in appearance.

At the front door she knocked. No answer. She knocked again and rang the doorbell. It didn't appear that Jacob was home.

She looked through a narrow window by the door, her eyes scanning for any signs of movement inside. She knew what she wanted to do even though she shouldn't—she came here without a warrant.

To her surprise, her phone buzzed in her pocket—it was Shanahan, again.

"Guess who just showed up to the station?" he asked, as though some great lead had just fallen on his lap.

"Jacob?"

"His father. And the man looks mighty stressed out, Reece."

"Tell him I'm at his son's home and no one is here. Ask him for Jacob's number so I can get him to meet me here."

"He—his name is Ronald, FYI—already stated he can't get ahold of his son. But let me tell him what you're trying to do and see what he says."

A few seconds later, Shanahan spoke again. "Ronald is heading to you right now. He says he has a key to Jacob's house and he'll let you in. And he wants to talk."

When Ronald Hayes arrived, he practically jumped out of his blue Mustang, speed walking towards Reece.

Mr. Hayes was a bit older and looked non-threatening, but the circumstances of earlier—not to mention the fact that the clock kept ticking and another day was coming to an end—had her on edge.

She forced her voice to remain professional as she introduced herself, then asking cautiously, "So…what's going on Mr. Hayes? Are you looking for your son?"

Ronald continued, his voice trembling slightly, "Yes…and no." Then: "I saw the news about the killer. It's all over the place. And…"—Reece watched his eyes turn moist—"and…and I overheard a phone conversation between my son and Alexander yesterday when Jacob visited me. They were talking about things that sounded like they could be related to what was on the news—a machine shop…and the equipment inside."

A jolt of discomfort shot through Reece at the mention of the machine shop. "Perhaps we can step inside?" she interjected.

"Yes, yes, of course." He pulled a key ring from his pocket, using one of the keys to unlock the front door. He stepped through first, then holding the door open for Reece to enter.

The floors were spotless, and there was a faint scent of lemon in the air. No erotic imagery that Reece could see as of yet.

She registered that her hands had instinctively balled into fists after the mention of the machine shop. She tried to focus on the air-conditioned atmosphere of the home, the cool air grounding her.

Ronald's voice rose emphatically as they entered. "But Jacob—he kept saying things like, 'you should stop,' and 'no more.' Stuff like that. Jacob is innocent!" he pleaded. "I swear it. I know it!"

"And you're telling me this because…?" Reece prompted, studying the older man carefully.

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