Two Heads Are Deader Than One by Elena Hartwell

Author:Elena Hartwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Epicenter Press
Published: 2017-03-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dakota and I wrapped up our conversation. Knowing she wasn’t being honest and getting her to admit it were two different things. It also didn’t prove she’d been involved in any way. I’d have to come back to the subject of our John Doe later and see if I could get her to open up about him.

For now, I returned to Iz’s place with Franklin, and Dakota went back to wherever it was she was spending her time.

Hopefully job hunting so she could pay me back.

I found Chava curled up on the sofa watching poker on TV.

“How did it go?” she asked, muting the sound.

“I’m not sure,” I said, plopping down next to her.

“What did you two talk about?”

I explained Dakota’s stalker situation.

“Huh,” was all Chava said when I was done.

“Huh, what?”

“It’s just the story she told you. It’s the perfect example of stalker behavior.”

“So?”

“So, that might mean she made it up.”

“Or maybe that’s just how stalkers behave.”

My cell started to vibrate in my pocket. I’d set it to silent when I met with Dakota.

This could be interesting.

“Hey, Parker. You have some news for me?” I hoped Chance had found out who was skulking around my house last night.

“I do,” he said, “but I need you to come back to the hospital.”

“What’s going on at the hospital?”

“Just get over here now,” he said, adding an uncharacteristic “please” before hanging up.

“What’s up?” Chava asked as I stuck my phone into the back pocket of my jeans.

“I’m not sure.”

I explained the short conversation.

“I’m coming with you,” Chava said. I started to argue, but she reminded me we only had one key.

“We both know I’ll go crazy here by myself all day.”

We both also knew she was exaggerating, but I had to admit it felt comforting to have Chava along for the ride.

We walked into the ER to find the Medical Examiner—Aaron Son—and Chance Parker waiting for us. Aaron looked vaguely concerned; Chance just looked speculative.

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“I need to ask you a few questions,” Aaron said. “Come on down to my office.”

“That’s a switch,” I said. “I’m used to him asking all the questions.” I gestured toward the detective.

“This is serious, Eddie,” Chance said, pinning me with his eyes. Chance had a way of scanning his surroundings while he was talking to you. As if something dangerous might leap out of the woodwork and his vigilance was the only thing stopping it. But right now he was zeroed in on me.

“All right,” I said, “let’s go.”

The four of us went down the hall to the elevator, continuing on to the morgue in the basement. Once we were settled, Aaron pulled out a clipboard.

“You said you didn’t touch the body you found,” Aaron said.

“That’s correct. It was obvious he’d been dead a long time.”

“And you were wearing gloves when you entered the room?” Aaron asked. “Is that correct?”

“Yes. There shouldn’t be a problem with transfer,” I said, referencing when a person leaves residue during a crime scene investigation. Transfer residue can be found on any surface, including human bodies.

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