Mystery and Crime Fiction posted February 8, 2018 | Chapters: | ...12 13 -14- 15... |
Caught in the act, the killer has to flee from the law.
A chapter in the book Bittersweet Revenge
Running for Freedom
by Mistydawn
Joe sees the captain waiting for him when he steps out of their interrogation room.
"Rachel is still claiming she's innocent," Joe says, scratching his head, trying to figure out how that's possible.
"With a performance like that, I almost believe her."
"Me too, Captain."
"Jimmy and Lou are waiting for us. I'll take Lou, you take his brother." He points across the hall.
Joe walks in to see Jimmy pacing back and forth.
"What are you trying to pin on me this time, Detective?" he questions when Joe steps into the room.
"I want to ask you a few questions about Carlos' murder."
"I don't know nothing about no damn murder."
"Really, because we have security footage that shows you two leaving Carlos' house twenty minutes before his body was discovered." Intimidatingly walking towards him, Joe continues, "I figure you have two choices, Jimmy. You can either tell us what happened or take your chances with what we find. Since my crew already thinks you did it; I doubt they'll work too hard to prove otherwise."
"That's the way it always is. You can't figure out who did it, so you pin it on me."
"You put yourself on our radar when you started hanging with that gang."
"I ain't hanging with no damn gang. I'm way too cool for them punk ass losers."
Joe raises his brow. "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be sure to tell them what you said when I take you to holding. Come on, Mr. cool shit, let's go." Joe grabs his cuffs and leads Jimmy towards the door.
"Wait, wait."
Joe stops.
"Lou and I didn't kill Carlos, I swear we didn't." Nervously licking his lips he continues, "There was a girl in Carlos' house. She's the one who killed him, not us." Jimmy notices a skeptical look on Joe's face. "She tried to kill me too." He lifts up his shirt. "See."
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I knew you'd try to pin it on me."
"I think you're making the whole thing up." Joe drags Jimmy to the door.
"Lou can tell you I didn't do it. He saw her, he knows it wasn't me."
"He saw her too?"
"She ran past him as he was coming up the stairs."
"Can you describe the girl that you two supposedly saw?" He takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"She has short brown hair, green eyes, a light complexion."
"How tall do you think she is?"
"She's around 5'5, a skinny little thing. Figure she's one of those meth heads."
"Can you pick her out of a lineup?"
"I'd know that face anywhere."
"Sit tight a minute."
"Like I have a choice." He lifts the handcuffs in the air.
"I can always take you to holding."
"No, that's ok."
I thought so. Smiling, Joe walks out the door.
***
"Freeze, police!" a voice yells as the killer pulls her knife out of the bloody corpse. She turns to sees a security officer standing behind her with his gun drawn.
"Drop your weapon," the officer orders.
She doesn't move.
"I said drop it, now," he repeats, cocking his gun.
He won't shoot in a crowd. She dodges amongst a group of employees heading to their cars.
Realizing what's going on, the workers scream as they scatter in different directions.
"Stop or I'll shoot," he yells, darting towards her.
I've got to get out of here. She takes off for the woods. She hears a loud splash then feels icy water seep inside her shoes. How did I end up at the creek? Glancing back she realizes he's just a few feet away. I have to do something quick. She sees a rugged hill to her left, water in front of her and to her right. There's only one way out of this. She takes a deep breath then submerges herself into the cold murky water.
***
"I want you to look at each of the women closely and then tell me if you see the girl that was at Carlos' house." A side door opens. The women come out in single file, a number sign in hand.
"I always wondered what it looks like from this side," Jimmy says, glancing around the small enclosure. "I thought it'd be different somehow, bigger, a little fancier."
"I need you to concentrate on the girls, Jimmy."
He glances through the glass. "They're all hot little mamas." He smiles, thinking what he'd like to do with them.
Joe slaps the back of his head.
"What was that for?"
"You're here to pick out a murderer not a date, moron."
"OK, OK."
"I want you to look at each girl closely."
Jimmy smiles. "Believe me I am."
Joe lifts up his hand; Jimmy dodges out of the way.
"Do you want it again?"
"No."
"I suggest you straighten up then."
"Jeez, man." He studies each girl carefully for a few more minutes.
Joe impatiently glances at his watch. "Do you see her?"
"Can I see number four closer, please?"
Joe gives him a skeptical look.
"I think it's her, honest."
Leaning towards the mic, Joe presses a small red button. "Number four please step forward."
Rachel steps up to the glass.
"Yep, that's her, I'd recognize her anywhere."
Joe taps on the mirror.
"Wait."
"What is it now?"
"The lady I saw looked just like her only older."
"How much older?"
"Late forties I'd say."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Joe opens the door. "Officer, take him back to the room."
"Yes, Sir."
"That's two for two," the captain says as they step out of the room.
"At least now we know that we're looking for someone who looks like Rachel only older."
"Could it be one of her relatives?"
"As far as I know, all her older relations are dead. I wonder what would happen if forensics did an age progression on Rachel's photo and then ran it through facial recognition."
"It's worth a shot, Sergeant."
Jerry walks towards them. "Captain, Sergeant, dispatch just called, said someone was murdered at Tysons."
***
Patrol is busy taping off the crime scene when Joe and Jerry pull up to the scene.
"Who's the first to respond?" Jerry asks.
"I was, Sir," Kirk replies.
"I found Lloyd Miller lying face up in the dirt by his truck. He was hit in the head then stabbed forty times."
"Is there any evidence, or witnesses?"
"I found fingerprints and skin tissue on the crowbar. I'm having Jeff run them now."
"Are there any witnesses?"
"One, Sir, His name is Mark Thomas. He's the one who called it in." He points to a man standing nearby.
The detectives walk towards him. "Tell me what happened tonight," Joe begins.
"I see a security guard running across the parking lot as I'm heading to my truck. He tells me to call 911 then takes off towards the woods. That's when I see Lloyd lying on the ground. I run over to check on him, but he was already dead."
"What time did this happen?"
"Around one."
"When did you last see the victim alive?"
"12:30. He storms out of the building saying he's going to get drunk."
"Does he drink a lot?"
"Not usually, but tonight was an exceptionally bad night."
"Bad how?" Joe takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"All of the machines in the building broke down on us."
"So you work alongside him?"
"I've been a part of his team for over ten years."
"Did he argue with anyone tonight?"
"He had a heated debate with one of the supervisors."
Joe looks up from his paper. Now we're getting somewhere. "What happened there?"
"The supervisor gets in Lloyd's face and starts ordering him around. I thought Lloyd was going to lose it, but he pushes the mouthy jerk and walks away."
"When did this happen?"
"It's right at midnight. Lloyd never did fix his machine. He said, let smartass fix it himself."
"Who's the Supervisor?"
"Wilson Reed, he runs line six."
"I want to talk to him, please."
"I'll get him." Mark heads towards the building.
"Joe, we found a fiber from a flannel shirt. It looks to be identical to the ones we found on the other victims. I'll be able to tell you more, once I get it to the lab."
"Ok, thanks, Kirk." Joe turns to Jerry with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why are there forty stab wounds this time? Why didn't she leave clues, like she did the last two and this attack seems frenzied not planned like her others."
"Could it be a copycat killer, Boss?"
"Then why did forensics find the same type of fiber?"
"Maybe our perpetrator went ballistic because he hurt her more than the others?"
"That's possible, I guess."
"I'll go talk to his line, while you talk to Wilson, Boss."
"You wanted to see me?" Wilson asks, watching the other detective walk away.
"I heard you had it out with Lloyd tonight." Joe begins.
"We argued about fixing my machine. The damn asshole purposely fixed all of the machines in this building, but mine."
"I bet that made you mad."
"It did, and I told him so too. The cocky son of a bitch pushes me and then flips me off as he walks away. I went straight to the office and reported him."
"Did you see him anytime after that?"
"No, it's a good thing too!"
Joe raises his eyebrows at his comment. Would Wilson sneak out and murder him, then sneak back in the building? How could he, if the officers are chasing the criminal towards the woods? He could've doubled back. Wouldn't he have a lot of blood splatter on him? Maybe he cleaned up. Did he have enough time? "Can anyone verify your whereabouts between 12:30 and 1?"
"I spent most of the night fixing my damn machine. My entire line can verify that."
Jerry steps up beside him. "I talked to his workers. They said Wilson has been on the line all night."
"Thanks, Wilson."
"We need to talk to their security, see if they can tell us anything."
Kirk walks towards them. "Detectives, Jeff just called said a hit came back on the DNA."
Joe excitedly turns towards him. "Who is it, Kirk?"
"It belongs to Jeanie McCarthy."
"Rachel's real mom, that Jeanie McCarthy?"
"That's what he said."
"How can that be when she's been dead for years?"
Joe sees the captain waiting for him when he steps out of their interrogation room.
"Rachel is still claiming she's innocent," Joe says, scratching his head, trying to figure out how that's possible.
"With a performance like that, I almost believe her."
"Me too, Captain."
"Jimmy and Lou are waiting for us. I'll take Lou, you take his brother." He points across the hall.
Joe walks in to see Jimmy pacing back and forth.
"What are you trying to pin on me this time, Detective?" he questions when Joe steps into the room.
"I want to ask you a few questions about Carlos' murder."
"I don't know nothing about no damn murder."
"Really, because we have security footage that shows you two leaving Carlos' house twenty minutes before his body was discovered." Intimidatingly walking towards him, Joe continues, "I figure you have two choices, Jimmy. You can either tell us what happened or take your chances with what we find. Since my crew already thinks you did it; I doubt they'll work too hard to prove otherwise."
"That's the way it always is. You can't figure out who did it, so you pin it on me."
"You put yourself on our radar when you started hanging with that gang."
"I ain't hanging with no damn gang. I'm way too cool for them punk ass losers."
Joe raises his brow. "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be sure to tell them what you said when I take you to holding. Come on, Mr. cool shit, let's go." Joe grabs his cuffs and leads Jimmy towards the door.
"Wait, wait."
Joe stops.
"Lou and I didn't kill Carlos, I swear we didn't." Nervously licking his lips he continues, "There was a girl in Carlos' house. She's the one who killed him, not us." Jimmy notices a skeptical look on Joe's face. "She tried to kill me too." He lifts up his shirt. "See."
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I knew you'd try to pin it on me."
"I think you're making the whole thing up." Joe drags Jimmy to the door.
"Lou can tell you I didn't do it. He saw her, he knows it wasn't me."
"He saw her too?"
"She ran past him as he was coming up the stairs."
"Can you describe the girl that you two supposedly saw?" He takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"She has short brown hair, green eyes, a light complexion."
"How tall do you think she is?"
"She's around 5'5, a skinny little thing. Figure she's one of those meth heads."
"Can you pick her out of a lineup?"
"I'd know that face anywhere."
"Sit tight a minute."
"Like I have a choice." He lifts the handcuffs in the air.
"I can always take you to holding."
"No, that's ok."
I thought so. Smiling, Joe walks out the door.
***
"Freeze, police!" a voice yells as the killer pulls her knife out of the bloody corpse. She turns to sees a security officer standing behind her with his gun drawn.
"Drop your weapon," the officer orders.
She doesn't move.
"I said drop it, now," he repeats, cocking his gun.
He won't shoot in a crowd. She dodges amongst a group of employees heading to their cars.
Realizing what's going on, the workers scream as they scatter in different directions.
"Stop or I'll shoot," he yells, darting towards her.
I've got to get out of here. She takes off for the woods. She hears a loud splash then feels icy water seep inside her shoes. How did I end up at the creek? Glancing back she realizes he's just a few feet away. I have to do something quick. She sees a rugged hill to her left, water in front of her and to her right. There's only one way out of this. She takes a deep breath then submerges herself into the cold murky water.
***
"I want you to look at each of the women closely and then tell me if you see the girl that was at Carlos' house." A side door opens. The women come out in single file, a number sign in hand.
"I always wondered what it looks like from this side," Jimmy says, glancing around the small enclosure. "I thought it'd be different somehow, bigger, a little fancier."
"I need you to concentrate on the girls, Jimmy."
He glances through the glass. "They're all hot little mamas." He smiles, thinking what he'd like to do with them.
Joe slaps the back of his head.
"What was that for?"
"You're here to pick out a murderer not a date, moron."
"OK, OK."
"I want you to look at each girl closely."
Jimmy smiles. "Believe me I am."
Joe lifts up his hand; Jimmy dodges out of the way.
"Do you want it again?"
"No."
"I suggest you straighten up then."
"Jeez, man." He studies each girl carefully for a few more minutes.
Joe impatiently glances at his watch. "Do you see her?"
"Can I see number four closer, please?"
Joe gives him a skeptical look.
"I think it's her, honest."
Leaning towards the mic, Joe presses a small red button. "Number four please step forward."
Rachel steps up to the glass.
"Yep, that's her, I'd recognize her anywhere."
Joe taps on the mirror.
"Wait."
"What is it now?"
"The lady I saw looked just like her only older."
"How much older?"
"Late forties I'd say."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Joe opens the door. "Officer, take him back to the room."
"Yes, Sir."
"That's two for two," the captain says as they step out of the room.
"At least now we know that we're looking for someone who looks like Rachel only older."
"Could it be one of her relatives?"
"As far as I know, all her older relations are dead. I wonder what would happen if forensics did an age progression on Rachel's photo and then ran it through facial recognition."
"It's worth a shot, Sergeant."
Jerry walks towards them. "Captain, Sergeant, dispatch just called, said someone was murdered at Tysons."
***
Patrol is busy taping off the crime scene when Joe and Jerry pull up to the scene.
"Who's the first to respond?" Jerry asks.
"I was, Sir," Kirk replies.
"I found Lloyd Miller lying face up in the dirt by his truck. He was hit in the head then stabbed forty times."
"Is there any evidence, or witnesses?"
"I found fingerprints and skin tissue on the crowbar. I'm having Jeff run them now."
"Are there any witnesses?"
"One, Sir, His name is Mark Thomas. He's the one who called it in." He points to a man standing nearby.
The detectives walk towards him. "Tell me what happened tonight," Joe begins.
"I see a security guard running across the parking lot as I'm heading to my truck. He tells me to call 911 then takes off towards the woods. That's when I see Lloyd lying on the ground. I run over to check on him, but he was already dead."
"What time did this happen?"
"Around one."
"When did you last see the victim alive?"
"12:30. He storms out of the building saying he's going to get drunk."
"Does he drink a lot?"
"Not usually, but tonight was an exceptionally bad night."
"Bad how?" Joe takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"All of the machines in the building broke down on us."
"So you work alongside him?"
"I've been a part of his team for over ten years."
"Did he argue with anyone tonight?"
"He had a heated debate with one of the supervisors."
Joe looks up from his paper. Now we're getting somewhere. "What happened there?"
"The supervisor gets in Lloyd's face and starts ordering him around. I thought Lloyd was going to lose it, but he pushes the mouthy jerk and walks away."
"When did this happen?"
"It's right at midnight. Lloyd never did fix his machine. He said, let smartass fix it himself."
"Who's the Supervisor?"
"Wilson Reed, he runs line six."
"I want to talk to him, please."
"I'll get him." Mark heads towards the building.
"Joe, we found a fiber from a flannel shirt. It looks to be identical to the ones we found on the other victims. I'll be able to tell you more, once I get it to the lab."
"Ok, thanks, Kirk." Joe turns to Jerry with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why are there forty stab wounds this time? Why didn't she leave clues, like she did the last two and this attack seems frenzied not planned like her others."
"Could it be a copycat killer, Boss?"
"Then why did forensics find the same type of fiber?"
"Maybe our perpetrator went ballistic because he hurt her more than the others?"
"That's possible, I guess."
"I'll go talk to his line, while you talk to Wilson, Boss."
"You wanted to see me?" Wilson asks, watching the other detective walk away.
"I heard you had it out with Lloyd tonight." Joe begins.
"We argued about fixing my machine. The damn asshole purposely fixed all of the machines in this building, but mine."
"I bet that made you mad."
"It did, and I told him so too. The cocky son of a bitch pushes me and then flips me off as he walks away. I went straight to the office and reported him."
"Did you see him anytime after that?"
"No, it's a good thing too!"
Joe raises his eyebrows at his comment. Would Wilson sneak out and murder him, then sneak back in the building? How could he, if the officers are chasing the criminal towards the woods? He could've doubled back. Wouldn't he have a lot of blood splatter on him? Maybe he cleaned up. Did he have enough time? "Can anyone verify your whereabouts between 12:30 and 1?"
"I spent most of the night fixing my damn machine. My entire line can verify that."
Jerry steps up beside him. "I talked to his workers. They said Wilson has been on the line all night."
"Thanks, Wilson."
"We need to talk to their security, see if they can tell us anything."
Kirk walks towards them. "Detectives, Jeff just called said a hit came back on the DNA."
Joe excitedly turns towards him. "Who is it, Kirk?"
"It belongs to Jeanie McCarthy."
"Rachel's real mom, that Jeanie McCarthy?"
"That's what he said."
"How can that be when she's been dead for years?"
"Rachel is still claiming she's innocent," Joe says, scratching his head, trying to figure out how that's possible.
"With a performance like that, I almost believe her."
"Me too, Captain."
"Jimmy and Lou are waiting for us. I'll take Lou, you take his brother." He points across the hall.
Joe walks in to see Jimmy pacing back and forth.
"What are you trying to pin on me this time, Detective?" he questions when Joe steps into the room.
"I want to ask you a few questions about Carlos' murder."
"I don't know nothing about no damn murder."
"Really, because we have security footage that shows you two leaving Carlos' house twenty minutes before his body was discovered." Intimidatingly walking towards him, Joe continues, "I figure you have two choices, Jimmy. You can either tell us what happened or take your chances with what we find. Since my crew already thinks you did it; I doubt they'll work too hard to prove otherwise."
"That's the way it always is. You can't figure out who did it, so you pin it on me."
"You put yourself on our radar when you started hanging with that gang."
"I ain't hanging with no damn gang. I'm way too cool for them punk ass losers."
Joe raises his brow. "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be sure to tell them what you said when I take you to holding. Come on, Mr. cool shit, let's go." Joe grabs his cuffs and leads Jimmy towards the door.
"Wait, wait."
Joe stops.
"Lou and I didn't kill Carlos, I swear we didn't." Nervously licking his lips he continues, "There was a girl in Carlos' house. She's the one who killed him, not us." Jimmy notices a skeptical look on Joe's face. "She tried to kill me too." He lifts up his shirt. "See."
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I knew you'd try to pin it on me."
"I think you're making the whole thing up." Joe drags Jimmy to the door.
"Lou can tell you I didn't do it. He saw her, he knows it wasn't me."
"He saw her too?"
"She ran past him as he was coming up the stairs."
"Can you describe the girl that you two supposedly saw?" He takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"She has short brown hair, green eyes, a light complexion."
"How tall do you think she is?"
"She's around 5'5, a skinny little thing. Figure she's one of those meth heads."
"Can you pick her out of a lineup?"
"I'd know that face anywhere."
"Sit tight a minute."
"Like I have a choice." He lifts the handcuffs in the air.
"I can always take you to holding."
"No, that's ok."
I thought so. Smiling, Joe walks out the door.
***
"Freeze, police!" a voice yells as the killer pulls her knife out of the bloody corpse. She turns to sees a security officer standing behind her with his gun drawn.
"Drop your weapon," the officer orders.
She doesn't move.
"I said drop it, now," he repeats, cocking his gun.
He won't shoot in a crowd. She dodges amongst a group of employees heading to their cars.
Realizing what's going on, the workers scream as they scatter in different directions.
"Stop or I'll shoot," he yells, darting towards her.
I've got to get out of here. She takes off for the woods. She hears a loud splash then feels icy water seep inside her shoes. How did I end up at the creek? Glancing back she realizes he's just a few feet away. I have to do something quick. She sees a rugged hill to her left, water in front of her and to her right. There's only one way out of this. She takes a deep breath then submerges herself into the cold murky water.
***
"I want you to look at each of the women closely and then tell me if you see the girl that was at Carlos' house." A side door opens. The women come out in single file, a number sign in hand.
"I always wondered what it looks like from this side," Jimmy says, glancing around the small enclosure. "I thought it'd be different somehow, bigger, a little fancier."
"I need you to concentrate on the girls, Jimmy."
He glances through the glass. "They're all hot little mamas." He smiles, thinking what he'd like to do with them.
Joe slaps the back of his head.
"What was that for?"
"You're here to pick out a murderer not a date, moron."
"OK, OK."
"I want you to look at each girl closely."
Jimmy smiles. "Believe me I am."
Joe lifts up his hand; Jimmy dodges out of the way.
"Do you want it again?"
"No."
"I suggest you straighten up then."
"Jeez, man." He studies each girl carefully for a few more minutes.
Joe impatiently glances at his watch. "Do you see her?"
"Can I see number four closer, please?"
Joe gives him a skeptical look.
"I think it's her, honest."
Leaning towards the mic, Joe presses a small red button. "Number four please step forward."
Rachel steps up to the glass.
"Yep, that's her, I'd recognize her anywhere."
Joe taps on the mirror.
"Wait."
"What is it now?"
"The lady I saw looked just like her only older."
"How much older?"
"Late forties I'd say."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Joe opens the door. "Officer, take him back to the room."
"Yes, Sir."
"That's two for two," the captain says as they step out of the room.
"At least now we know that we're looking for someone who looks like Rachel only older."
"Could it be one of her relatives?"
"As far as I know, all her older relations are dead. I wonder what would happen if forensics did an age progression on Rachel's photo and then ran it through facial recognition."
"It's worth a shot, Sergeant."
Jerry walks towards them. "Captain, Sergeant, dispatch just called, said someone was murdered at Tysons."
***
Patrol is busy taping off the crime scene when Joe and Jerry pull up to the scene.
"Who's the first to respond?" Jerry asks.
"I was, Sir," Kirk replies.
"I found Lloyd Miller lying face up in the dirt by his truck. He was hit in the head then stabbed forty times."
"Is there any evidence, or witnesses?"
"I found fingerprints and skin tissue on the crowbar. I'm having Jeff run them now."
"Are there any witnesses?"
"One, Sir, His name is Mark Thomas. He's the one who called it in." He points to a man standing nearby.
The detectives walk towards him. "Tell me what happened tonight," Joe begins.
"I see a security guard running across the parking lot as I'm heading to my truck. He tells me to call 911 then takes off towards the woods. That's when I see Lloyd lying on the ground. I run over to check on him, but he was already dead."
"What time did this happen?"
"Around one."
"When did you last see the victim alive?"
"12:30. He storms out of the building saying he's going to get drunk."
"Does he drink a lot?"
"Not usually, but tonight was an exceptionally bad night."
"Bad how?" Joe takes a notebook out of his pocket.
"All of the machines in the building broke down on us."
"So you work alongside him?"
"I've been a part of his team for over ten years."
"Did he argue with anyone tonight?"
"He had a heated debate with one of the supervisors."
Joe looks up from his paper. Now we're getting somewhere. "What happened there?"
"The supervisor gets in Lloyd's face and starts ordering him around. I thought Lloyd was going to lose it, but he pushes the mouthy jerk and walks away."
"When did this happen?"
"It's right at midnight. Lloyd never did fix his machine. He said, let smartass fix it himself."
"Who's the Supervisor?"
"Wilson Reed, he runs line six."
"I want to talk to him, please."
"I'll get him." Mark heads towards the building.
"Joe, we found a fiber from a flannel shirt. It looks to be identical to the ones we found on the other victims. I'll be able to tell you more, once I get it to the lab."
"Ok, thanks, Kirk." Joe turns to Jerry with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why are there forty stab wounds this time? Why didn't she leave clues, like she did the last two and this attack seems frenzied not planned like her others."
"Could it be a copycat killer, Boss?"
"Then why did forensics find the same type of fiber?"
"Maybe our perpetrator went ballistic because he hurt her more than the others?"
"That's possible, I guess."
"I'll go talk to his line, while you talk to Wilson, Boss."
"You wanted to see me?" Wilson asks, watching the other detective walk away.
"I heard you had it out with Lloyd tonight." Joe begins.
"We argued about fixing my machine. The damn asshole purposely fixed all of the machines in this building, but mine."
"I bet that made you mad."
"It did, and I told him so too. The cocky son of a bitch pushes me and then flips me off as he walks away. I went straight to the office and reported him."
"Did you see him anytime after that?"
"No, it's a good thing too!"
Joe raises his eyebrows at his comment. Would Wilson sneak out and murder him, then sneak back in the building? How could he, if the officers are chasing the criminal towards the woods? He could've doubled back. Wouldn't he have a lot of blood splatter on him? Maybe he cleaned up. Did he have enough time? "Can anyone verify your whereabouts between 12:30 and 1?"
"I spent most of the night fixing my damn machine. My entire line can verify that."
Jerry steps up beside him. "I talked to his workers. They said Wilson has been on the line all night."
"Thanks, Wilson."
"We need to talk to their security, see if they can tell us anything."
Kirk walks towards them. "Detectives, Jeff just called said a hit came back on the DNA."
Joe excitedly turns towards him. "Who is it, Kirk?"
"It belongs to Jeanie McCarthy."
"Rachel's real mom, that Jeanie McCarthy?"
"That's what he said."
"How can that be when she's been dead for years?"
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