 “In that part of the city I’ll admit it’s a very good place for someone to wait for and find prosperous victims. There was a lot of water and ice chunks in the street near your sister that may have had something to do with the attack. There’s also a bar two doors down and the ice and water could’ve come from there.” DC Swift paused for a few seconds. “I’m not sure since the crime scene wasn’t well preserved before we arrived. People came from several of the shops when they heard a woman scream. Your sister was stabbed and her fiancé was struck with a blunt object in the head, as well as stabbed.” She stopped again. This time her face and posture relaxed slightly and she leaned back in her chair. “This case won’t be closed, but I’ll be honest with you, I think whoever did this planned it out well and knew the best when and where. They covered their tracks, and I haven’t got a damn thing to go on.” Brett frowned and Rylan saw how he clutched the arms of the chair until his knuckles turned white. “Someone was hired to kill her?” “Her, or them, I’m not sure, but yes, that’s what I believe. Proving it is a different story.” “Was anything taken…stolen?” Rylan asked. “That is information we’re not releasing. Along with other details of hers and Mr. Sebastian’s injuries.” She looked pointedly from Brett to Rylan and back again. “To anyone.” Brett opened his mouth, Rylan was sure it was to voice some argument but Swift cut him off. “That decision is final.” “What about her…their hotel room? The hotel has asked that their belongings be removed. Is it okay for me to do that?” Swift nodded. “Yes.” Brett stood up and held out his hand to DC Swift. “Thankyou for seeing us.” She stood, shook Brett’s hand, and nodded to each of them. “I’ll be in touch if I have any news.” On their return trip to their car Brett’s face was closed off and his shoulders rigid. When they reached the car, Brett hit the hood with the heels of both hands. “That bitch thinks I’m responsible for Celia dying!” “I think if she really thought that she’d have arrested you,” Rylan pointed out. He held out his hand. “Give me the keys.” “Huh?” “You’re pissed off and I don’t want to die trapped in a mangled car. Give me the keys and let me drive,” Rylan insisted. Brett glared for a minute and Rylan thought he’d refuse so added, “I’m not getting into a car with you behind the wheel like this.”   JMS Books     Comments are closed.
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