Tessa Flint FBI Suspense Thriller 01-Barely Seen by Black Molly

Author:Black, Molly [Black, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, American Suspense, Police Procedural, Crime Thriller, Murder Investigation, FBI, Serial Killer
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2024-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Tessa felt a slight sting of guilt when she saw that there was already a patrol car parked in front of the residence of Michael Harper. This meant someone else had already suffered the misfortune of breaking the news. Tessa considered herself tough-natured, but telling someone that a loved one had died was among the hardest part of her job—and she’d done it far too often.

“Here we go,” Jake said, reaching for the door handle and stepping out into the summer night. It was slightly muggy and the air felt thick with apprehension, but it was a beautiful night, otherwise.

But Michael Harper probably doesn’t think so, Tessa thought.

Tessa and Jake approached the door, which swung open before they could knock, revealing a uniformed female cop. She was on the younger side, maybe only a year or two older than Tessa’s twenty-four years. Tessa and Jake showed their credentials, and the officer gestured for them to come in.

“Is it just you who’s here?” Tessa asked the officer.

“No. My partner is in the kitchen with Mr. Harper. He’s…well, he’s in quite a state of shock but has been holding it together quite well for the past five minutes or so.”

“That’s understandable,” Tessa said as she and Jake walked further into the house.

The house was a bit of a mess, but an organized one—the sort of mess most people might ignore completely and describe the house as “lived in.” Tessa noted the two backpacks by the front door, small shoes tucked neatly under a small hallway table. As they walked down the hallway and towards the shining surfaces of the kitchen, she saw pictures of a man she assumed to be Michael Harper with a gorgeous, redheaded wife and two adorable daughters. The oldest looked to be ten or so, if the framed pictures were recent.

As they entered the kitchen, the other cop looked relieved to see them. He was considerably older than the woman at the door, his thick gray moustache highlighting the difference. Tessa again showed their credentials, and the cop nodded. He stepped to the side of the room, angling between the kitchen table and a column-shaped window that looked out to the side yard.

Michael Harper was sitting at the kitchen bar, propped on a stool. He was slouched and resting his arms on the counter, looking like he might fall off at any moment. His eyes were red-rimmed and weary. In the den behind him, his wife was speaking quietly to someone on the phone, her face a mask of sadness.

“FBI agents, right?,” Michael asked, his voice strained but polite.

“Yes,” Tessa said. “Mr. Harper, we’re very sorry for your loss, and the last thing I want to seem is uncaring or rude, but we—

“Need to ask questions. I know. Officer King here already told me you’d be coming and that it was pressing. He said…said there had been others who had been killed the same way?”

“Yes. Two others. The exact same way. So we believe we’re dealing with a serial killer that isn’t showing any signs of slowing down.

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