Blue Justice - Thomas Anthony (книги регистрация онлайн TXT) 📗

I walked inside the building.  The room smelled of fresh cut paper and ink.  The young black guy behind the counter looked up from reading his Play Station 4 magazine.

“Hello Sir, can I help you?”

“Yes you can.”

I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture of Carl Minton.

“Have you ever seen this man before in this store?”

“He doesn’t look familiar.”

“Is the manager around?” I asked cordially.

“No sir, he’s gone to run errands and won’t be back until after 1:00.”

“Okay,” I sighed.  “I’ll be back around that time.”

I gave him my card.  His eyes got big as a fifty-cent piece.

“If he happens to return before then, please have him give me a call.”

“Yes, Sir Detective.  I will make sure he gets this.

I thanked the young man and left.  I called Charlotte when I got in the car.

“Hey, Baby.”

The sound of her voice saying those two words made me feel good all over.

“Hey, Honey. I was just thinking about you.”

“Well, you caught me at a bad time but it’s okay, because I wanted to hear your voice too.”

My smile grew bigger.

“Oh, Jared?’

“Yes, Baby?”

“Mom is cooking a big Sunday meal and wants you to come to dinner.”

“Sounds good.  I’ll look forward to it.”  I flipped my mind back to the case.

“Baby, I need you to use your news sources and look up a name of a guy.”

“Is he the suspect?”

“Hold your horses, Baby, I can’t let this one slip out the bag yet, too many people will probably get in trouble.”

“Ok, I’ll get right on it after I finish this column on The Reaper.”

“Okay. And call me as soon as you got it.  The trail is hot and I don’t want to lose any momentum.”

“I love you,” she said, very softly.

I whispered back.  “I love you too.” The girl could change the subject in a heartbeat.

*     *     *

A fuming Burncutt stood in front of Captain Davis’s desk.

“Captain, I don’t need Jackson on this case anymore.  If you would just order him to give me everything he knows and allow me to secure his phone, I could then…”

“Then what, Burncutt?  Do you think the killer wants to talk with you?”

“But Captain, I…”

Captain Davis slammed his fist on his desk.  “That’s enough, now you two need to work together.  This case is not about egos dammit!  We have a serial killer out there on our streets adding to his body count.  The Mayor is on the Chief, the Chief is on the Assistant Chief and the Assistant Chief is on my back.  Now get with Jared!  Share this information from CSU and NAIL this guy!”

“Yes, Sir,” Burncutt replied, defeated.

Detective Glass was sitting at her desk texting when Burncutt came out of the Captain’s office.

“How was it?” she asked.

“Never mind, did you follow up on the thumb print and that flier?”

“Yes, I did.”  She placed her phone in her coat pocket and turned to her computer monitor and tapped a few buttons.

“His name is Carl Minton, age 28, address unknown.  Last known address was in the Baldwin County Jail for petty crimes like shop lifting.  He has one assault case in which he nearly cut a guy’s head off.”

“Ok good, we need to get this guy’s picture out to the media and rely on our watchdog citizens to help us locate this guy.”

She looked up at Burncutt.

“Detective, shouldn’t we be sharing this information with Detective Jackson?”

“Just do as I say, OK!  I’ll take care of Jackson.  I have to go take care of something.  I’ll call you later,” he said.

Puzzled, Glass turned toward her computer and picked up the phone and dialed the media relations department.

Burncutt hastily walked to the elevator.

*    *   *

A dark colored van with tinted windows was parked outside the Chronicle.  The driver of the van had on a baseball cap, dark sunglasses, and a bandana to conceal his face.  His phone buzzed.  He tapped the word, “OKAY!” and hit send.

Charlotte exited the rear door of the building and walked to her car.  The van stopped behind her car.  She screamed and put up a struggle but the chloroform knocked her out cold.  He opened the door and quickly pushed her limp body inside.  He quickly got in the driver seat and the van sped out the parking lot.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text.  “OK, got her.”

The stubby, round-shouldered security guard was too late.  He waddled to the street to try and get the tag number of the van.  The van had disappeared into the late evening traffic.

“Officer 3 to Base!  It was a dark colored van-newer Chevy model-with tinted windows!”

“Were you able to get a tag number?”

“Negative, negative-call 911.  Ms. Reed has been kidnapped!”

“10-4!”

Within minutes, the whole parking lot was full of patrol cars and helicopters were circling the whole county.  News helicopters were also doing their part in the search for one of their own.

I heard the news by a call from headquarters.

“No! Not Charlotte—damn it!  It’s me you want, not her,” I vented.   I could hardly contain myself as I drove like a mad man in the traffic.  My heart was beating fast.  I blasted the siren and blew my horn at the slowing responding drivers on the road.  The dispatcher had put out that a dark colored Chevy Van, possibly black, was the suspected vehicle.  I examined every van on the road, on my way to the Chronicle.  I pulled in to the parking lot next to Cpt. Davis, who was talking to the security guard that reported the kidnapping.

“Jared?”  The Captain sighed.  “I’m sorry.”

Fighting back my tears, I looked at the security guard.  “What happened, what did you see?’

I grabbed him before I knew it.  “TELL ME!”

The Captain grabbed me and pull me to the side.  The security guard was just as upset as I was.  I guess he felt my pain.

“Jared, we got everybody on this, ok?” said Captain Davis.  “We will find her.”

I walked over to my car and got in.  I didn’t know what to do.  I drove out of the parking lot and darted into traffic not caring if I caused an accident or not.  I got a few horns and middle fingers blasted at me but that all didn’t matter right now.  He had Charlotte.

I pulled out my phone and plugged it into the charger.  This time, I hoped he would call.  The Reaper.

I drove until I started seeing things repeat themselves.  I had circled the whole county looking for something—anything-- that would give me a clue as to where she might be.  I pulled into the Walmart parking lot.

It was getting and I had to call Charlotte’s parents.  It was times like this I wish somebody else could do my job.  But I had to do it.  They had to know.  The phone rang and her mother picked up.

Chapter Seven

For the last three days, I had been staying with Charlotte’s parents.  Though I feared for their safety as well, still, I felt some part of Charlotte near me.  Gloom had set in around the house.  The spark of sunshine that they and I shared was not there.  Her dad, Jimmy Earl, had not been outside to tend to the chickens or the field since Charlotte’s abduction.  Ruthie just sat on the porch all day and most of the night, rocking back and forth humming church hymns.  Every now and then I would go over the case with them, just to keep us talking.

We would jump with excitement every time my phone rang, only to be disappointed that it was just Capt. Davis checking up on us. I guess he was trying to be reassuring but he put us right back into anticipation every time.

When I thought of Charlotte being somewhere cold, dark, away from everyone who loves her, my soul would ignite into anger.  But it was that quiet anger, something between anger and despair. My love was trapped somewhere--out there, against her will--and there was nothing I could do.

I walked out on the porch.  It was raining again.  I saw a flash of lightning in the distance and then heard a roll of thunder.  The rain added to my depression.  I sat down on the swing and rocked slowly, looking out into the sky.  I said a prayer.  I was so deep in thought that I didn’t hear Ruthie come outside.