So Lost by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blake Pierce
Published: 2023-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Faith was in a funk after talking to Daniel Campanelli. She hadn’t lost anyone close to her the way he had, but she knew what it was like to feel hopeless, to feel that she could do nothing to change her circumstances and had to simply endure the tragedies life threw her way.

She had felt that way after Trammell hurt her. She recalled lying in a hospital bed and wondering if it might be easier to just end things rather than suffer sixty years of pain and uselessness. It was a terrible place to be, and she wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone.

Turk nudged her hand. She looked down and saw his big brown eyes staring compassionately up into hers. She had met Turk at the hospital. He was recovering from his own injuries at Trammell’s hands, and if anything was as traumatized as she was.

They had gotten through that together. They would get through this case together as they had through several others. As they would through many more.

She reached down and scratched him behind his ear. “Good boy, Turk.”

Her phone rang. She saw the number and a chill ran through her, confirmed a moment later when she answered and Missy said, “Faith, there’s a report of a bell ringing at Sam Houston Memorial Cemetery. It’s on Olive and Greenwood Street just south of Bellaire.”

Faith put the phone on speaker and said, “Sam Houston Memorial on Olive and Greenwood?”

“Yes. Do you need the address?”

Michael tapped the name of the cemetery into the GPS of their rental as Faith spoke and the navigation popped up even before Missy asked about the address.

“No need,” Faith replied. “We’re on our way.”

“Perfect. Units are responding. Hopefully we get there in time.”

Michael spun the wheel and the SUV swung around, tires screeching. He accelerated in the direction of the cemetery and glanced at the nav, which showed an ETA of ten minutes. The way Michael was driving, they would shave a few minutes off of that, which meant, Faith hoped, that they would arrive at the same time or shortly after the police.

They made it in seven minutes exactly, and Faith saw three patrol vehicles. A fourth parked just as the three of them reached the cemetery and Missy got out of the driver’s seat. Her normally jovial attitude was gone, replaced by a tense and businesslike expression.

Missy nodded, a single, rapid bob of her head, then followed the three agents inside.

“Find him, Turk,” Faith said.

Turk immediately trotted ahead, nose to the ground. He searched for the scent, and as he looked, Faith talked to Missy. “Who called it in?”

“Local resident,” Missy replied. “Kendra Hearst. She’s sitting outside with the first officers on scene right now.”

“She heard the bell?” Michael asked.

“Yep,” Missy confirmed. “Thank God she called it in.”

Faith decided to reserve her thanks until they found the victim. If they turned out to be too late, then she wasn’t sure a thank-you was the proper response.

Turk barked, and her attention—and that of everyone else present—snapped toward the dog.

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