moment they met him they had a bad feeling about him. They tried to convince Marsha to stop seeing him, but she refused. Mrs. Proctor told me she wasn't surprised when she got the call from the hospital telling her that Marsha had been shot." She shifted in her chair. "She told me that it was nothing new to see her daughter sporting a bruise. It was only a matter of time she felt before he snapped and went too far. All she was able to tell us about Jeremy is his last name. It's Seaton. She doesn't know where he lives or works."
"He works at Hardin's," Galen spoke up. "He's a mechanic. Goodwin and I went there to pick him up. He never showed up for work. With the information that the manager gave us we were able to find out where Jeremy lives. We went to his house only to find he wasn't there. We spoke with some of his neighbors. They said he never came home last night. Goodwin put out an APB on him."
"Does he have any family in the area?" Parker inquired.
"He has a mother," Nicole answered.
"Work on her," Parker told her. "More often then not the suspect will contact a family member and it's usually the mother. If she won't cooperate with you we'll tap her phone and put a round the clock surveillance on her. Lopez, what did you and Brown learn?"
"We got a copy of Ms. Proctor's phone records," he said. "Mr. Seaton called her five times last Friday and three times on Sunday."
"He was probably trying to talk her into an abortion," Nicole said coldly.
"That or he was threatening her," Galen muttered.
"What else, Lopez?" Parker asked.
"There were no text messages on her cell phone, boss," he said. "Brown took the laptop to the tech guys. They're going to see if they can recover any emails. As soon as they get back to us I'll let you know."
"Do that." Parker leaned forward, his chair squeaking in protest. "Maxwell, you and Goodwin get out of here. Go talk to Mrs. Seaton."
"Yes, sir." Galen pushed back his chair and stood. "Come on, Goodwin."
"I'm coming." Nicole rose from her chair and followed him from the room. "Before we go I need to visit the restroom."
He sighed. "You have a small bladder, Goodwin. This is the fourth time today I've had to wait so you can-"
"I've drank a lot of coffee today," she explained, glaring at him. "You want me to hold it? Fine, but don't yell at me if you find the passenger seat wet."
"Go to the restroom," Galen ordered her. "I'll wait by your desk."
"I knew you would see it my way." Smirking, she pivoted on her heels and hurried toward the restroom.
"Mrs. Seaton, I'm Detective Galen Maxwell." He showed the woman his badge and ID. "This is Detective Nicole Goodwin. May we come in and speak with you?"
"What about?" she asked, wrapping a black lacy shawl around her shoulders.
"Your son," Nicole said.
Mrs. Seaton's eyes grew cold. "I have nothing to say." She started to close the door.
Galen's hand shot out and stopped the door from shutting. "It is important that we speak with you, ma'am. We can do it here or at the police station. The choice is yours."
Mrs. Seaton opened the door wider and moved aside. "Come in."
"Thank you," Galen said as he and Nicole stepped into the foyer. "We'll try not to take up too much of your time."
"Mrs. Seaton," Nicole said once they sat down in the living room. "We need to know where your son is."
"Why?" she asked, clasping her hands in her lap.
Galen glanced at her hands and saw they were white from strain and were shaking. It was clear she was nervous about something. Either she was nervous about having strangers in her home asking her questions, or she knew what her son had done and where he was hiding. Galen wasn't afraid to bet it was the latter. He looked at her face intently. "I think you know why, ma'am."
"He's wanted for the murder of Marsha Proctor and her unborn child," Nicole stated. "Early this morning, he shot her
"He works at Hardin's," Galen spoke up. "He's a mechanic. Goodwin and I went there to pick him up. He never showed up for work. With the information that the manager gave us we were able to find out where Jeremy lives. We went to his house only to find he wasn't there. We spoke with some of his neighbors. They said he never came home last night. Goodwin put out an APB on him."
"Does he have any family in the area?" Parker inquired.
"He has a mother," Nicole answered.
"Work on her," Parker told her. "More often then not the suspect will contact a family member and it's usually the mother. If she won't cooperate with you we'll tap her phone and put a round the clock surveillance on her. Lopez, what did you and Brown learn?"
"We got a copy of Ms. Proctor's phone records," he said. "Mr. Seaton called her five times last Friday and three times on Sunday."
"He was probably trying to talk her into an abortion," Nicole said coldly.
"That or he was threatening her," Galen muttered.
"What else, Lopez?" Parker asked.
"There were no text messages on her cell phone, boss," he said. "Brown took the laptop to the tech guys. They're going to see if they can recover any emails. As soon as they get back to us I'll let you know."
"Do that." Parker leaned forward, his chair squeaking in protest. "Maxwell, you and Goodwin get out of here. Go talk to Mrs. Seaton."
"Yes, sir." Galen pushed back his chair and stood. "Come on, Goodwin."
"I'm coming." Nicole rose from her chair and followed him from the room. "Before we go I need to visit the restroom."
He sighed. "You have a small bladder, Goodwin. This is the fourth time today I've had to wait so you can-"
"I've drank a lot of coffee today," she explained, glaring at him. "You want me to hold it? Fine, but don't yell at me if you find the passenger seat wet."
"Go to the restroom," Galen ordered her. "I'll wait by your desk."
"I knew you would see it my way." Smirking, she pivoted on her heels and hurried toward the restroom.
"Mrs. Seaton, I'm Detective Galen Maxwell." He showed the woman his badge and ID. "This is Detective Nicole Goodwin. May we come in and speak with you?"
"What about?" she asked, wrapping a black lacy shawl around her shoulders.
"Your son," Nicole said.
Mrs. Seaton's eyes grew cold. "I have nothing to say." She started to close the door.
Galen's hand shot out and stopped the door from shutting. "It is important that we speak with you, ma'am. We can do it here or at the police station. The choice is yours."
Mrs. Seaton opened the door wider and moved aside. "Come in."
"Thank you," Galen said as he and Nicole stepped into the foyer. "We'll try not to take up too much of your time."
"Mrs. Seaton," Nicole said once they sat down in the living room. "We need to know where your son is."
"Why?" she asked, clasping her hands in her lap.
Galen glanced at her hands and saw they were white from strain and were shaking. It was clear she was nervous about something. Either she was nervous about having strangers in her home asking her questions, or she knew what her son had done and where he was hiding. Galen wasn't afraid to bet it was the latter. He looked at her face intently. "I think you know why, ma'am."
"He's wanted for the murder of Marsha Proctor and her unborn child," Nicole stated. "Early this morning, he shot her
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