The Bone Harvest (Riley Sullivan Mystery Book 2) by Stacy M. Jones

Author:Stacy M. Jones [Jones, Stacy M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stacy M. Jones
Published: 2019-08-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 45

I slept late the next morning, later than I generally do back in Little Rock. I missed my mother and sister leaving. I didn’t hear a peep. I even missed a couple of texts from Luke, updating me on his progress, which wasn’t much from yesterday. With neither my mother or sister home, I lounged around until it was nearly time to meet Jack and Frank at noon.

Frank had arrived the night before. Late in the evening, he had texted to let me know he had picked up a rental car and was staying at a nearby hotel. He had refused my mother’s offer to stay at the house and even Jack’s offer to stay with him. Frank had said he wanted to create his war room at the hotel and enjoyed the quiet.

I drove the few miles from my mother’s house out Pinewoods Avenue, which headed away from the suburbs and into a rural part of the county. The winding two-lane road was narrow and commanded my full attention.

Jack and Frank were already pulled over onto the shoulder of the road in the small dirt patch that sat in front of the cemetery’s wrought-iron gates. I crossed the lane and pulled in next to them.

Jack had told me before he left last night that he had called in a favor and received permission for us to be on the cemetery grounds so we were sure not to get into trouble. Not that the local cops would do much more than chase us off, but legal access was always preferable.

I looked in the car mirror and tried unsuccessfully to tame my hair. This was my first face to face with Frank. I was trying to impress. I needed him to take me as a serious investigator not just someone with a true-crime hobby.

Frank was a bigger guy, bigger than I had imagined. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His deep voice matched the man in front of me. Frank looked a bit like Luke, if Luke gained about fifty pounds of muscle. I was pretty sure Frank, if he wanted to, could bench press me. All the worry I had about impressing him was out the window, because as soon as I got close enough, Frank wrapped me in a huge bear hug.

“I’m glad you got me off the couch and back working. This case has been haunting me every day of retirement.” Frank squeezed me an extra second and then let me go. “My wife thanks you, too. She was tired of my brooding.”

I stepped back, a bit overwhelmed by his affection. Definitely not the norm for homicide detectives. With Frank’s thick southern drawl, he came across as completely genuine. He had an infectious smile.

Jack explained that he met with Frank early that morning and compared notes on their cases. They were both shocked by the similarities. I would have been offended for not being invited, but I figured they needed to have a talk cop to cop.

“You ever been in here?” Jack asked.

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