I walked out of the police station and turned toward the diner where I had left my bike. Max followed me outside. “Blake, wait up!” he said loudly behind me. I stopped walking and turned around to face Max.Max caught up to me, a little out of breath. “I didn’t know they were already here.”“It’s fine, Max. The truth is still the truth. I was with Charlotte from Wednesday night until Friday morning and then I went to Chicago,” I said to him.Max nodded his head. “Yeah, that’s what Charlotte told that Harris guy too.”“What exactly did she tell them?” I asked him.Max scratched his head and I could see the indecisiveness in his eyes. “She verified what you said, that you two were at her house and left for your house at around midnight. She said you left for Chicago on Friday morning and returned on Sunday and took her home.”“That’s it?” I asked him.“They had a million questions about the time and so forth and then she admitted that you two are in a relationship and you had a fight ea
Harris opened his window and looked at me. His eyes were red-rimmed and he looked tired. “I’m going for my jog now. You’re welcome to follow.”I took the seven-mile track as the car cruised behind me slowly, following me. I smiled to myself all the way through Peosta and back down the main road heading to Epworth. Harris had parked his car at that intersection and I shook my head.I turned right on Lone Pine Road and headed home. I whistled for the dogs as I stood on the porch and went inside. I had to stick to my routine which meant I would have to go to the diner for breakfast. Harris and Michaelson would have heard that I eat breakfast there every day during the week.I parked my truck in front of the diner at exactly seven-thirty a.m. like I normally would. I sat in the truck and waited for Harris to park his car. He got out when I did and followed me into the diner. I sat down at my table and he sat down at the only other empty table near the end of the counter. He could barely s
I started dinner and went upstairs to shower while the meat grilled in the oven. I would have to somehow convince her to go along with this relationship story to save both our asses. She was an accessory after the fact now.Even though it had been self-defense, they were essentially intruders in my house. I had gotten rid of the bodies and we both had lied about it. It was those lies that could have serious consequences if the truth ever did come out. I had told her I buried them but there were no bodies on the property. They thought I was the boyfriend taking revenge for domestic violence.Charlotte pulled into the driveway at eight p.m. and walked into the house through the kitchen door. The dogs were going crazy as they met her in the kitchen.“Honey, I’m home!” she shouted and I laughed as I walked into the kitchen from the living room.“They can’t hear you,” I said as she put a bottle of wine down on the table.“The wine’s for me,” she said as I looked at the bottle.“You shouldn
“You’ll need to tell me some stuff,” Charlotte said and emptied her wine glass. “You know, random stuff. People ask questions and I do have friends that are going to ask me what you’re really like.”“Okay. I have an older brother, Jack. Our parents are dead, so it’s just me and him. I don’t really have a preference in food, it’s just fuel for your body to keep working adequately,” I said and she snorted.“Fuel for your body? And you don’t see how saying stuff like that makes people think you’re weird?”“Fine. I prefer meat,” I said to her. “I prefer silence to music, reading to watching television. I try to jog every day and I love my bike.”“When’s your birthday?” she asked me and narrowed her eyes. “The real birthday.”“It’s just a date,” I said to her.“Tell me!” She said seriously and scooped a dollop of mashed potatoes onto her fork and looked at me.“You wouldn’t,” I said as she smiled.“Then tell me,” she countered.“Okay, fine, it’s today,” I said.“Really? It’s your birthday
“You should teach me how to shoot,” she said as we walked to my bedroom.I handed her one of my T-shirts and pulled a pair of trunks on. I pulled the covers down and we both got into bed. “You managed to hit me,” I reminded her.“I was aiming for your head,” she said and burst out laughing.“You’re a terrible shot. I’m not sure I’ll be able to teach you how to shoot,” I said and she slapped me on my arm and turned to face me.Instinctively I moved closer to her and put my arm around her. “That was mean.” She moved right up against me and pulled my hand toward her face.I tightened my hold around her and pushed my one leg between hers. It felt natural and comfortable and her back was snug against my chest.“I guess we’re not pretending anymore,” she said softly and my eyes popped open.“I guess not.” Could it really be that easy? Lying in bed together we fit like two pieces of the same puzzle and it had happened so naturally to just climb into bed with her, as if we’d done it a hundre
“Morning, Blake,” Peter Gunston said and sat down opposite me.“Peter.” I wondered what he wanted and if he was going to say something about the self-defense class at my barn. He was the principal of Western Dubuque High School. He stood at five foot nine inches and leaned towards overweight.“Kids are all abuzz about that class you did,” he said and I smiled. “Would you consider—” I interrupted him right there.“Sorry, Peter. I travel too much for my own work to commit to anything right now,” I said to him. His face fell as he stood up and got his takeaway coffee from Rosie and left the diner without saying another word. I looked at my watch and wondered when Charlotte would be back.“Hello, Jericho.” I stiffened as her hand moved from one shoulder to the other as she walked past me and sat down at the table. I looked at her and her smile didn’t do anything for me.“What are you doing here?” I asked her as Nick walked in and sat down next to her.“Hey, buddy.”“Nick.” I glared at the
Harris and Michaelson followed me out of the diner. I got into my truck and pulled my phone out. I put my earphones in and dialed Jack’s number. I drove off when it started ringing.“Hey, little bro,” Jack answered.“Can you try and keep your mouth shut?”“They just care,” he said. “So, are you getting married yet?”I laughed. “Not just yet, but she spent the night.”“You see, I told you to turn on the charm and keep the rest a secret,” he said with a laugh. We talked for a bit and I ended the call as I parked in the garage. I saw the kid sitting on my porch steps with the dogs lying next to him.“Mr. Blake,” he said and stood up as I walked up the porch steps.“William,” I said and unlocked the kitchen door. I stepped inside the kitchen and held the door open for him. He followed me inside and sat down at the kitchen table. I took a can of Coke from the fridge and handed it to him.“Thanks,” he said and looked around.“Are you okay?” He had the beginnings of a shiner under his right
Robert Gold was six feet on the dot. He was in good shape and although he was spoiled, he was funny and a much better person than his father.Robert’s first wife, Claudia, had been a one-time model, but she married Robert before she made it big. He traveled a lot and she started sleeping with her driver. Robert hadn’t known about the affair and his father contacted us to eliminate her.I had taken her out in their house at 2 a.m. while Robert was away on one of his many business trips. The official reports showed that she committed suicide by slitting both her wrists in the bathtub after swallowing half a bottle of sleeping pills that they found next to her on the bathroom floor.I hadn’t known Claudia personally and killing her had been easy. They had only been married for three months at that time. I had called Robert to give my condolences and had gone to the funeral to support him. Fast forward five years later and Robert’s father was ready to get rid of wife number two.Lydia Gol
On a whim, I decided to get on the bike and drive the three hours to Epworth. There were some things I needed to get since the apartment in Chicago was usually just for weekend stays. I would also have to make more permanent arrangements with Quince about the dogs.I opened the throttle and raced down the highway and it felt good. It felt good to drive down this road and know that tonight I would sleep in my own bed. Chicago also had my own bed but it was different in the farmhouse, it felt more like home to me.The flashing blue lights up ahead made me slow down and I was pulled over by a police officer from Epworth. I didn’t know him and wondered when they had hired someone new. Max had talked about getting some extra bodies and here he was.“Good evening, sir,” he said as I switched the bike off and opened the visor on my helmet.“Evening, officer,” I said and dismounted the bike. I took my helmet off and got my ID and licence and handed both to him.“Do you know how fast you were
I hadn’t exactly lied to Jack. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, although I had an idea. I never got sick, I couldn’t even remember ever having the flu or a headache before the other night. I was pretty certain that my initial diagnosis on myself was correct.I went to see my GP, who was surprised by my visit because he really did see me once a year for a physical. We socialized as well but that was different. We had also gone to college together and he had known Robert too.“What brings you in, Blake?” Charles Roberts M.D asked me. He had a thing about the M.D behind his name and he got constant flak from all of us about it.“Swollen lymph nodes, pain in my neck, trouble swallowing every now and then, it’s not persistent but I’ve had a cough for the last two days,” I said as he looked at me, taking notes of my symptoms. “I’m thinking thyroidism.”Charles gave me a physical and then sat on the edge of his desk and looked at me. “I think you should go see David.”“You think it migh
I started the bike and took my time driving to HQ. Even though it was past midnight, I knew Lynda would be there. She was always there. She would know the moment I swiped my card at the gate and drove into the basement.I went up in the elevator and Lynda stood there in the hallway when the doors opened. She looked relieved, angry and concerned all at the same time. She nodded and started walking toward her office. I stepped off the elevator, thirty pairs of eyes following my movements.“Jericho!” Jack called as he came running down the corridor. He grabbed me in a bear hug and I felt his body relax as he hugged me.“It’s good to see you too,” I said.He let go of me and punched me. His fist connected with my cheekbone and it stung like hell. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” He hugged me again and I wrapped my arms around him.“I have to go face the music,” I said and turned away to Lynda’s office.I walked inside her office and closed the door behind me and was immediately engulfed
I sat down on the couch, the flashback of all these memories haunting me. Memories of when life was less complicated and Jennifer still lived in Chicago and Robert had still been alive. The living room light went on and John Gold stepped inside the room.“Blake?” he asked questioningly as he walked toward me.“Hi, John, we need to have a conversation,” I said.“It’s the middle of the night, Blake,” he said and I took the Jericho from the holster. “What the—”“Sit.” I pointed to the couch with the gun and he sat down reluctantly, watching me with his beady eyes.“Have you lost your mind? What’s this all about?” he asked me, raising his voice slightly.“I’m glad you at least had the decency to bury Lydia with Robert,” I said and he looked away.“It wasn’t my first choice,” he said and I nodded. I knew that to be true.“You broke something inside,” I said and he stared at me, clearly confused.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.“When you killed Robert, it broke somethin
I made my way back toward my bike and entered the building. I went up to the penthouse and picked the lock. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit foyer. I walked to the living room and opened the drinks cabinet. I had been here so many times that I could almost call it my second home.When I had met Robert in college, I thought he was a spoiled rich brat but I soon realized he had depth to him. He disliked his father immensely and he brought me home with him on our first break. I’d had a falling out with Peter, who didn’t approve of me taking time off to get a degree. I wanted to experience normalcy and it took him only four months to draw me back in again and do part-time assignments.I could relate to what Robert felt for his own father, who dismissed any ideas he had as idiotic and wanted him to fall in line and do as he was told. Sure, we didn’t always do the right thing and a few times we screwed up, not that they ever knew about it. The worst thing we did together was
“I’m not armed,” she said from behind the wall. I wasn’t aiming the gun in her direction but kept it in my hand on my lap.“Neither am I,” I said. She looked around the corner of the wall and something in her eyes changed. “Let’s talk.”She moved to the closest couch and sat down. “How did you figure it out?” The despondency in her voice might have made me feel something if she hadn’t tried to kill me.“It wasn’t that hard, but I knew for sure the moment Dillinger and Mendez came for me,” I said.She lowered her head. “They’re dead.” Her voice was softer now, almost like she was talking to herself.“You always were the sly one,” I said to her. “The fox in the chicken coop.”“It is what it is,” she said and looked up.“Why though?” I asked her. “We’re supposed to be a team.”“The fucking rejection, Jericho! Everyone else always being in your shadow, pick one!”“What rejection? You were always part of the team!” I said angrily.“I was good enough to sleep with after Nataly, and then the
I woke up to the beeping of a heart monitor. There was a blood pressure band around my left arm and bright sunlight filtered into the room, making me squint. I turned my head and looked around the room. It was comfortably large and I lay in a king size bed, hooked up to machines with an IV in my arm.There was a clean bandage on my lower arm where I had stitched up the knife wound and a larger bandage near my side where I’d been shot. It still hurt, but the pain was manageable. The door of the bedroom opened and a young black woman walked in, followed closely by Bo. He looked relieved to see me awake.“Finally, man. I almost died worrying ‘bout you,” Bo said and sat down in a chair next to the bed.“Where am I?” The last thing I remembered was being in the elevator and feeling myself lose consciousness.“This is my home away from home,” Bo said and smiled at the woman. “And this is Gloria, my little sister, and the family doctor.”Gloria checked my vitals and had me follow her finger
I briefly closed my eyes. I knew she was watching Robert’s funeral as well. Jennifer had loved him, just like I had. I forced the memories away, focusing on the present and the situation I now found myself in. “Hang on.”I plugged the earphones into the phone and put the earpiece in my ear. I put the phone back inside my jacket and kept it open. I was going to need access to my guns.“Where am I going, Bluebird?” I turned away from the sight of Robert’s coffin being lowered into the ground. I didn’t want to see it anymore. It was the final goodbye, Robert’s final resting place and it broke something inside me.“Goodman is on the other side of that lake and Black is on your left, right in those clusters of trees,” she said.I turned to the right and made my way through the graves and back toward the entrance. I would circle him from behind. “Thanks Jen.” I disconnected the call because she wouldn’t want me to hear her cry.I saw him standing between two trees with a pair of binocular
Tuesday. I woke up at 6 p.m. and I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long. The migraine was gone and I showered, dressed, drank coffee and checked my phone. Jennifer had sent me details on Ashley Grant.She was five foot two, tiny with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her location showed her in a residential area in Williams Park. I studied the area and drove out to her location. It was forty-six miles to what I assumed was her house and I slowed the bike as I drove past it. I turned right on North Ada Street and parked the bike in an empty yard between some trees. It was almost 9 p.m.I was about a hundred and twenty yards away from her house and I walked quietly through the cluster of trees that bordered the back of the house. At the fence at the rear of her house, was a small shed-like structure. I mounted it and lay flat on the roof. It was level with her back door.I watched the house for a few minutes and saw movement behind the curtains. She wasn’t married and she had no children.