Romantic Thriller: Only Time Will Tell – A Romantic Suspense and Romantic Mystery Book: (Thriller Romance, Suspense, Mystery Romance, Suspense Romance) by James Kipling
Authors: James Kipling
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likely was also used to cut the coke.”
“That means she did not test positive for any drugs,” Dean inquired.
“No. I am going to take the fetus’s DNA and see if it matches that of anyone we may have in our system.” Josie informed them.
“Good idea. It also means we must find her elusive boyfriend. He might definitely know something.” Chelsea said.
“Yes, but before you go, look at these x-rays of her fibula. You see the fracture?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“The x-rays on the right are from when she visited the doctor nearly two months ago and the ones on the left are the ones I took this morning. She broke it again presumably while trying to run away from her attacker. That made her an easier victim, and whoever did this severed her aorta before inflicting these other wounds. This would suggest some sort of rage.”
“Was there anything underneath her nails?”
“No, which suggests her attacker was fully covered so that her efforts to fight him off did not register on his skin. The person who murdered her came prepared. He knew what he was doing.”
“How do you know it is a male?”
“These wounds are deep. Women are generally weaker than men. Obviously you might want to look for a woman too, but she would have to be extremely strong to inflict these kinds of wounds.”
“Thanks, Josie, you have given us quite a bit of food for thought. Call me if you find out anything else.”
“I will, and I do hope you catch this brute. He must be brought to justice.”
Chapter Seven
Worry is a misuse of imagination. ~ Dan Zadra
As they returned to the car, Chelsea and Dean talked over the new information they recently received. It sounded like a male who could possibly be Ashlee’s boyfriend, especially since she was pregnant. They had to find this bastard and soon. All efforts so far had failed to locate him, but he couldn’t be gone that far. But if Rodriquez was the killer, then that would mean Quincy was speaking the truth about his innocence. The case needed serious re-thinking. No questions about that
“Do you want me to drop you home?” Chelsea asked.
Dean hesitated a moment, then said, “How about some food first?”
“I don’t see why not.” She had not had a proper meal since that hurried cup of coffee in the morning.
“Great, it will be my treat. Do you like Mexican food?”
“I am not all too sure about that. I usually have soup.”
“Well, you will eat some real food today. In the mean time we can continue pondering the details of the case.”
“Sounds good to me. By the way, where are we going?”
“Broadway and Kolb.”
That meant she would have to pass her building and turn off at the next left. On her return, she would drop Weston off then return home.
“You need to get into the left lane.”
This she did. The steady flow of the traffic kept her occupied but that did not prevent her from observing the way Dean was watching her, somewhat furtively. She pretended not to notice and wondered what he had on his mind. Suddenly, she saw Kolb coming up ahead.
“Where should I turn?”
He looked out the window and pointed. “At the sign that says Macayo.”
She saw an orange building with blue trim and wondered how she had never noticed it before. She pulled in. It did not appear to be too busy as there weren’t many cars in the parking lot.
“Why is it so – colorful?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t design it.”
Quite right. She smiled at her stupidity. They went inside. It was spacious and with an attractive décor. They had created a fiesta theme with bright colors that went well together. It was a little wild, but she liked it.
The waiter seemed to know Dean and led them to a table for two tucked away in a cozy corner. She wondered how often he came there and with whom.
Dean ordered something to drink and as they waited they chatted.
“So why did you become a cop, Dean?”
“As strange as it might sound, I was inspired by my family who were
“That means she did not test positive for any drugs,” Dean inquired.
“No. I am going to take the fetus’s DNA and see if it matches that of anyone we may have in our system.” Josie informed them.
“Good idea. It also means we must find her elusive boyfriend. He might definitely know something.” Chelsea said.
“Yes, but before you go, look at these x-rays of her fibula. You see the fracture?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“The x-rays on the right are from when she visited the doctor nearly two months ago and the ones on the left are the ones I took this morning. She broke it again presumably while trying to run away from her attacker. That made her an easier victim, and whoever did this severed her aorta before inflicting these other wounds. This would suggest some sort of rage.”
“Was there anything underneath her nails?”
“No, which suggests her attacker was fully covered so that her efforts to fight him off did not register on his skin. The person who murdered her came prepared. He knew what he was doing.”
“How do you know it is a male?”
“These wounds are deep. Women are generally weaker than men. Obviously you might want to look for a woman too, but she would have to be extremely strong to inflict these kinds of wounds.”
“Thanks, Josie, you have given us quite a bit of food for thought. Call me if you find out anything else.”
“I will, and I do hope you catch this brute. He must be brought to justice.”
Chapter Seven
Worry is a misuse of imagination. ~ Dan Zadra
As they returned to the car, Chelsea and Dean talked over the new information they recently received. It sounded like a male who could possibly be Ashlee’s boyfriend, especially since she was pregnant. They had to find this bastard and soon. All efforts so far had failed to locate him, but he couldn’t be gone that far. But if Rodriquez was the killer, then that would mean Quincy was speaking the truth about his innocence. The case needed serious re-thinking. No questions about that
“Do you want me to drop you home?” Chelsea asked.
Dean hesitated a moment, then said, “How about some food first?”
“I don’t see why not.” She had not had a proper meal since that hurried cup of coffee in the morning.
“Great, it will be my treat. Do you like Mexican food?”
“I am not all too sure about that. I usually have soup.”
“Well, you will eat some real food today. In the mean time we can continue pondering the details of the case.”
“Sounds good to me. By the way, where are we going?”
“Broadway and Kolb.”
That meant she would have to pass her building and turn off at the next left. On her return, she would drop Weston off then return home.
“You need to get into the left lane.”
This she did. The steady flow of the traffic kept her occupied but that did not prevent her from observing the way Dean was watching her, somewhat furtively. She pretended not to notice and wondered what he had on his mind. Suddenly, she saw Kolb coming up ahead.
“Where should I turn?”
He looked out the window and pointed. “At the sign that says Macayo.”
She saw an orange building with blue trim and wondered how she had never noticed it before. She pulled in. It did not appear to be too busy as there weren’t many cars in the parking lot.
“Why is it so – colorful?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t design it.”
Quite right. She smiled at her stupidity. They went inside. It was spacious and with an attractive décor. They had created a fiesta theme with bright colors that went well together. It was a little wild, but she liked it.
The waiter seemed to know Dean and led them to a table for two tucked away in a cozy corner. She wondered how often he came there and with whom.
Dean ordered something to drink and as they waited they chatted.
“So why did you become a cop, Dean?”
“As strange as it might sound, I was inspired by my family who were
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