The Killer Next Door by Nicholas Jordan

Author:Nicholas Jordan [Jordan, Nicholas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-21T22:00:00+00:00

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Kaylee stuck close to Detective Ferguson as the cop marched up the walkway to Frank’s porch and then rang the doorbell. Then they waited.

But how long would he keep them waiting for?

What was he even doing in there?

She didn’t really want to know. All she wanted was for him to open the door so the detective could confront him, and maybe—if she had to—confront him herself as well.

Even though he would most likely deny filming her, she was not going to allow him to get away with this.

Not a chance.

Her eyes wandered the well-pruned hedges, the flowers that lined the walk, and the tacky ornaments scattered amongst the lavender, sage, and other plants that dotted the front yard. All she could think about was Emma.

Kaylee pictured her watering the flowers and plucking weeds. While Frank watched her every move.

Only thirteen years old.

So young and naïve.

And so trusting of someone that she never should have trusted. Someone who only wanted to take advantage of her.

The seconds ticked by, turning into minutes, and still Frank was a no show, which led Kaylee to believe that he knew they were outside and was just refusing to come to the door.

The detective rang the doorbell again. Then he knocked.

“Frank Palmer, are you home?”

“He’s not going to open it,” Kaylee said. “The asshole knows why we’re here I bet.”

“Relax. You should never jump to conclusions. Just a little advice in case you ever decide to pursue a career in law enforcement.”

“Yeah. Right.” Kaylee rolled her eyes. “Like that will ever happen.”

“You never know. You might be good at it.”

“Really? You think I’d make a good cop?”

“Sure. As long as you do something about that attitude of yours.”

“What attitude?”

The detective looked at her and grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Whatever.” Kaylee turned away. Tapped her foot impatiently. The fact that it was so cold out here didn’t make it any easier to wait. “Just knock on the door already and shout ‘this is the police’ or whatever it is you guys do.”

“That’s not the way it works.”

“Why not?”

“It just doesn’t.”

“Well maybe it should.”

“Yeah. Maybe it should.”

“Alright, then what are we waiting for?” The last of Kaylee’s patience dried up and she moved right past Ferguson and rapped her fist against the door.

“Kaylee, don’t do tha—”

His sentence was cut short when the door was finally opened. Frank stood on the other side. Dressed in an ugly argyle sweater and navy sweatpants. His lips looked like they wanted to twist into a smile when he saw Kaylee standing on his doorstep, but that smile was aborted the moment he noticed the detective right behind her.

“I’m sorry to bother you so late like this, Mr. Palmer.” Ferguson stepped forward so that he was shoulder to shoulder with Kaylee. “My name is Detective Robert Ferguson.”

He flashed his badge.

“Is there something I can help you with, Detective?”

“There might be. I’ve had a complaint that I didn’t feel like I could just ignore.”

“A complaint? W-what kind of complaint?”

“Do you own a video camera, Mr.

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