and figured out soon.”
Keegan pursed her lips together nodding to herself, “I’m already starting to see how much trouble these cases are causing. I want you to keep an ear out for any rumbles about the Anderson prowl.”
“You got it boss.”
Keegan didn’t waste any time getting to work on Byrton Anderson’s background. She needed to know more about the man. She needed to understand why her gut was pulling her away from all their other leads and focusing on this one man. She had three visits under her belt and the rest of her suspicions were based off of her instinct and rumor mill rumblings.
His prowl was being taken out family by family and he was not bothered by the murders. He wasn’t doing any of his own investigations into who was killing his people. Instead he was acting as if everything were playing out just the way he wanted it to. It felt like he was expecting more people to get killed or more people to disappear and he seemed satisfied with what was happening around him.
He shouldn’t act so content with how things were going. He should be the one frantic and tearing his hair out to find out who was killing his prowl mates off and why they were doing it.
The worst offenses Keegan had found in Bryton Anderson’s jacket were a handful of traffic violations. The most interesting thing Keegan found was his sealed juvenile files. The amount of entries that were sealed to prying eyes suggested a few things to Keegan. He was abused as a child or he witnessed something he shouldn’t have within his prowl.
Working backwards Keegan did a quick search for Bryton’s parents. Sometimes the past revealed more about a person in the present then Keegan could fathom. His parents Janelle and Burton Anderson had a record of their own. The strange thing though, was they were clean until the 1992. Clicking on the incident report Keegan grimaced. Bryton Anderson wasn’t always a shifter. He had been attacked when he was only seven years old. From there on out they began gaining entries to their rap sheet. Mostly they were convicted of hate crimes aimed towards the supernatural community. At the time of arrest there weren’t any laws set in place for supernaturals so they got away with what was deemed petty crime and misdemeanor infractions. Vandalism, making harassing phone calls but from there on things developed. In 1997 they were convicted of murdering a supernatural and considered to be suspects for two similar crimes but the investigating officers could never gather enough evidence showing they committed either of the crimes.
From the information she got about Bryton’s upbringing she knew who they needed to focus on. She left a quick message for Matt saying they needed eyes on the man and she was heading over to the penitentiary to speak with Bryton’s mother. It wasn’t going to be an easy trip and having to deal with such obvious hatred for anything that was not mundane but Keegan needed to know if Bryton kept in touch with his parents. She stood a better chance of knowing what was said between them if she appeared in person.
After surrendering her weapon, her belt and jewelry Keegan was led through a maze of glassed in rooms. She was stopped and searched one last time before she was admitted to speak with Janelle Anderson. The woman didn’t look anything like she had in her more youthful days. Her hair had grown gray, her face was lined with wrinkles and her skin grew dry and taunt. Despite the aging, Keegan could see the resemblance between her and Bryton. They shared the same olive tones and the same bright eyes. There was no doubting Janelle was who Bryton got his piercing looks from.
“What can I help you with detective?” Janelle’s voice was rough from smoking cigarettes and age.
“Your son,” Keegan began and the smile that stretched across Janelle’s face was wicked. Shaking the darkness off Keegan began again, “Your son Bryton, does he keep up with communicating with you?”
Janelle dug at her teeth and let off a repulsing smack of her lips. “A boy knows that he should never forget where he comes from. Of course he calls and writes. No matter where your parents are you don’t forget who made you. What has my boy done that has you asking me these questions?”
“He is a person of interest in an on going investigation.” Keegan let the statement trail