The Good Son by Dustin Stevens

Author:Dustin Stevens [Stevens, Dustin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781532728310
Google: jT_GjwEACAAJ
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2016-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

Reed didn’t bother to wait around until the end of the interview. Grimes was doing a pretty good job of sticking to the points they had outlined in his office that afternoon, only getting tripped up once by a question that was posed in a purposely provocative manner. Despite that, he could still tell by his boss’s body language that he was not enjoying himself one bit, thinking it better to be somewhere else when it ended and everybody came filing out.

Exiting the observation room, Reed stopped just long enough to throw a wave to Jackie before heading to his desk. Given the hour, she was too preoccupied with her dinner to protest, fluttering her fingers at him, the ends of them shiny with some form of grease, before returning her attention to the paper sack in front of her.

Not a single person was at work as he made his way through the desks, a fact that wasn’t all that surprising. The sun outside had faded to nothing more than an orange ember, the day having somehow slipped away. He could see the faint glow above the horizon in the west, knowing that its absence would do nothing to alleviate the extreme heat outside.

The late hour, coupled with the ongoing shortage of detectives, had cleared the place even earlier than usual, most of his colleagues either working a case or hiding somewhere to make sure they weren’t handed another.

Having fallen victim to that very thing not 12 hours earlier, Reed felt reasonably certain he wouldn’t be the next one on the list.

“Ten minutes,” Reed said, Billie looking up at the sound of his voice as he led them to the corner desk and took a seat. “I know you’re hungry, but there’s one thing I want to check before we go.”

Billie’s tongue shot out over her nose as she settled into her position beside the desk. She remained up on her front paws, her body turned to face him, her posture reminding him that he was on the clock.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Reed replied, reaching down and running his fingers through the thick hair between her ears. Four thick furrows appeared in the fur as he pulled his hand back and turned to face the desk.

The hope was to find out if Earl and his crew had finished their report on the morning’s crime scene. He knew from watching the criminalists work that there was precious little they found on site, but he was hoping for an ID to have come back on the fingerprints. It wasn’t much - to be honest it was painfully little - but any tiny victory was enough for the night, allowing him to go home and look through his previous files a little longer before beginning again with fresh eyes in the morning.

He just needed a name.

Piled in the center of his desk was a pair of folders, much like the two from the Soto case the day before. Both were thinner than the previous ones, neither holding more than a few sheets of paper.

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