Sneak Peek From Vanishing Point
As promised here’s a little tidbit from Vanishing Point. This is unedited, so there could be some errors. Come on back to Facebook and tell me your thoughts?
Detective Glass
“Knock Knock.” The door to DA Preston’s office is open; I stand waiting for an invitation.
“What is it Glass?” Preston doesn’t look up from his computer. Prick.
“I just got an interesting e-mail from Tampa PD.” My fingers worry the edges of the sheaf of print outs. He needs to see this shit.
“Did you forward it? Or were you just that compelled to come down here to fuck up my day?” The smug bastard leans back in his chair finally acknowledging my existence.
“Fuck your day. Look at this.” He doesn’t invite me in so I walk in anyway and drop the pages from a dramatic height. It’s a lot of pages so they fall heavy on the desk weighted down by their number with a thud on impact.
He picks it up and starts looking through it, his face twists with the horror of it. Mine did, this is sick shit and the sooner we get her off the streets the better. She’s racking up a body count that rivals the plague.
“Jesus Christ.” Is all he can say as he starts shuffling through the photos.
“Yeah, I don’t think Jesus has anything to do with this.” I give him more time look everything over.
“You got this from Tampa PD?” Preston looks up at me from the paper trying to hide the look of horror on his face.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t need to know why they sent it, bottom line is they sent it and we’ve got her. She was there.
“There’s no DNA in this report, did they have any?” Preston takes the logical route, if he thinks I don’t see the picture of him and Harry Baynes on the wall he’s wrong. I know he’s too close to this to be objective. But is there anyone in this office that doesn’t know her, has changed her diaper as a baby or fucked her?
“Not yet, and we don’t have hers. That asshole Eddins made sure of that.” I pause for minute to see how objective he can be. “I want to bring her in; I want her to be processed so we can at least get some DNA.”
“Bring me something that I can bring her in on. I’ll do it in a heartbeat. If she’s the one responsible for this I’ll walk her to the electric chair myself.” He looks earnest, but he wavers on the last word. I could mistake it for bluster, but he’s really worried.
“Will you hold her hand while they shave her head?” See what he thinks of that.
Preston looks up at me; his eyes are full of fury. He inhales a steady breath for the seriousness of his words to ride out on, “Let’s get something clear. I want to nail whoever is committing these murders and if my own mother was a suspect I would put her through her paces until I was sure it wasn’t her.” He stands leaning his arms on the desk trying to create an ominous presence, “I’m doing my due diligence because I know her, I trust her and I also know her attorneys. Jason Eddins could get Hitler a get out of jail free card for Christ’s sake. We have to have a solid case; if we don’t Jason will bury us. I also want to know that if I’m flushing a life-long friendship down the toilet it’s because I really think she’s guilty.”
“Don’t you though?” This guy is a joke, everything points to her.
“Honestly I don’t. She’s been through a lot and I know the drawings are pretty damning but just like Eddins’ research team was able to ferret out it’s not PC for arrest or prosecution.” He sits back in his chair and steeples his fingers. “Bring me some real evidence, that connects her to the crime scenes or weapons that I can bring to a grand jury and I’m all for it.”
Let’s see what this asshole thinks of this, I maneuver the evidence bag from my pocket that holds a broken high heel encrusted with mud and blood. “How’s this for connecting her to the scene?”
He picks up the bag studying the contents. “What’s this?”
“CSU found it in the field next to the Messner’s house on their second sweep. Gary Messner’s blood’s on it.” Dispute that.
“Two problems with your ‘slipper theory,’ Glass.” He smirks. If he fucking says ‘Cinderella’ I swear I’ll taze him.
“How is this a problem? It links her to the crime scene. This was found in the field between their houses.” This guy really doesn’t want to nail her, I can feel it.
“First, where’s the foot prints at the scene. Second, Shay Baynes doesn’t wear high heels.” He throws the bag back towards me.
There is actually pain in my temples from this guy pissing me off. This is ridiculous, if this were Detroit this bitch would already be locked up, not out slaughtering more people. I try to keep my tone as low as possible, but my anger is raging out of control and my voice get’s louder with each word. “Preston, so far I count seven bodies, seven. All of them are connected to her. The Messners were her neighbors, Eli was boning Kristen Ringgold, all three of these kids in Tampa were at her comic signing and I know with the certainty that I’m standing here that she murdered Aiden Roth.”
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