Left to Murder (Adele Sharp #5) - Blake Pierce Page 0,60
He regarded the glass window behind him, but couldn’t see through.
Agent Carter thanked the teenager and then left. As he passed, a man with a briefcase in a suit came the other way.
“Is my client in there? Mr. Davis?”
A brief exchange ensued, and the lawyer was allowed into the room with Ken Davis. Adele waited patiently, and watched as Agent Carter moved over, carrying the phone.
The moment he reached her side, Adele took the phone and quickly scrolled to recent calls. She held up the number and pointed it at John. “That’s not the lawyer’s number.”
John wrinkled his nose. “Is that local?”
Adele nodded. She looked at Carter. “I need you to track this. Can you get that to me?”
Carter shivered a bit, but then said, “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem. You don’t think maybe we should check with Agent Grant to make sure—”
“Carter, we’re handling this case. How about you just let us take the flak, and you do as I say?”
The young agent shrugged and then took the phone from Adele, looking at the number, and moved off, putting his own cell to his ear and relaying the information through the device. Adele and John waited impatiently, arms crossed, glancing between each other, and then back toward where Sam Carter spoke on the phone.
The address associated with a phone number would not take long at all.
Adele glanced at her watch, and then back through the glass where the lawyer was talking with the teenager. Davis was gesturing toward the window and muttering something.
The lawyer looked outraged. Adele didn’t really care. There was a chance they might get in trouble for some of the tactics. Bashing his window hadn’t been exactly kosher detective work. But right now, she wanted to catch a killer. It would be up to the lawyers to figure how to keep him from killing.
Adele waited another few moments, and then Agent Carter moved back toward her.
“Well?” she said.
Carter pointed to John. “It is local. Kid’s uncle.”
Adele shared a significant look with her partner. “See, family. And this uncle, has he recently been out of the country?”
Agent Carter was nodding. “Yeah. Actually, his job makes it so he has to a lot.”
Adele stared. “What’s his job?”
Carter glanced back at his phone, as if to jog his memory. He blinked. “Did you get the file yet?” They should be sending it.”
Adele looked at her own phone and shook her head. John looked at his, and then, both their phones buzzed. Adele glanced down and saw an attachment from an unknown caller, with no ID. She pressed it, dragged it to her phone, and opened the item.
Instantly, she saw a picture. For a moment, she thought it was a portrait of a doctor. There was a neat, clinical look about him. He was quite handsome, and was smiling, teeth dazzling in the camera. Next to him, she saw his information.
She scanned the info, then said, “He works for Lumen Relief?”
John wrinkled his nose. “What’s that?”
She replied, “Like Red Cross. Pretty big. They do blood donations and the like.”
John looked at her now, his eyebrows rising. “Blood donations?” he said, a significant tilt to his voice.
Adele nodded. “Exactly.”
She looked back at Agent Carter. “This fellow,” she said, glancing back at the screen and reading his name, “Jonathan Davis—he would have the perfect excuse to travel the world, collecting blood. Maybe that’s how he finds his victims.” She felt a sudden flurry of thoughts, and a slow prickle along her back. “Maybe that’s why he’s hunting them,” she said, hesitantly. “He knows their blood type—could you look in on that? That might be how he’s getting names.”
“We don’t know that,” John said. But he stared at her, unblinking, his voice strained with concealed excitement.
Adele shook her head, her cheeks warm all of a sudden from sheer anticipation. “No, but it’s a good guess. Right now we need to figure out where Mr. Davis is. We have an address? The phone number is local.”
Agent Carter was nodding, grinning widely, his blond-dyed hair bobbing with the motion. “Yeah, should be at the bottom of your file. I can get the car if you want; I don’t mind driving!”
“You wait here,” John said, cutting him off. “I’ll drive.”
“Damn it—just get in the car!” Adele said, already moving, her fists clenched at her side. This was it. It had to be.
They’d found him.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Gabriel stood in the bushes outside the two-story house at the top of the hill. His back pressed into the rigid