Wild Killer by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2019-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

27

The glass of whiskey shook as Reagan lifted it to her full lips. She sipped the amber liquid, set the glass on the counter, and poured herself another. She was self medicating in the salon of the Wild Tide when I arrived.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Nothing I wanted to hear." She took another sip of whiskey. "He abducted another girl."

My jaw clenched tight, and my hands balled into fists. "Has he killed her already?"

"No. She’s still alive."

"How do you know that?"

Reagan looked at me with hollow eyes. "Because I heard her voice. She was terrified. Crying and screaming." Her eyes welled with tears. They soon overflowed and streamed down her cheeks, streaking her mascara. "It was horrible. It was the most gut-wrenching thing I've ever heard."

She ran into my arms and squeezed me tight. In between jerking sobs, she said, "He tortured her while I was on the phone. I begged him not to harm her. To let her go. I think that only a egged him on. He’s sick. Twisted. He’s thoroughly enjoying this."

Reagan sniffled and wiped her eyes.

"Why did he call you?"

"I don't know. To brag? I'm sure he doesn't have anyone he can talk to about this."

"And now you're his new best friend."

"I feel like I've invited a monster into my life."

"You didn't invite him in."

"Maybe not, but I sure as hell didn't have to open the door."

"Did he say when he's going to kill her?"

"No. He likes to play with his food before he eats." Reagan shivered with disgust.

I pulled out my phone and called the sheriff's office. I spoke with Deputy Trammel. "Have you received any missing persons reports in the last 24 hours?"

I heard his fingers clack against the keyboard. A moment later, he said, "Nope. Why? What's up?"

"I think we've got another missing girl."

He groaned. “Better let the sheriff know.”

I hung up, called Sheriff Daniels, and filled him in on the situation.

"And you’re sure about this?" Daniels asked.

"Yeah."

"Son-of-a-bitch," he grumbled. "Do we know anything about the girl? Was Reagan able to get a name?"

"We’re you able to get a name?" I asked Reagan.

“Her name is Heather.”

“Are you sure?”

Reagan shrugged. “That’s what he called her.”

I relayed the information to the sheriff.

"And your people can't trace this call?" Daniels asked.

"I've tried."

"With all your fancy connections, you're telling me you can't figure out where that bastard is calling from?"

"My contact tells me he’s using an anonymous connection, probably from a mobile burner phone, then routing through multiple proxy servers, bouncing all across the globe. There's no way to track it. And even if you could, I can guarantee you will never be able to match that number to a person," I said. "I mean, that's how I’d do it."

"Keep trying. Pull whatever favors you can." Daniels hung up.

I called Isabella and asked her once again for help.

"Look, I've tried," Isabella said. "This guy knows what he's doing. He's either extremely tech savvy, or he’s had experience in signals intelligence and knows how to avoid detection."

I thought about what she said for a moment.

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