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yesterday around 4:30, though. After a heated discussion, Claire demanded that he pull over and let her out near the Irving Gas Station on Islington.”
James jotted down that info in his notebook. “Good. Maybe we can find a witness who can attest to seeing her get out of the pickup. Maybe she started to walk back home and someone gave her a lift. I'll head over to the gas station just as soon as I arrange to have this truck brought to the warehouse for an overhaul. DNA, fingerprints, or blood samples might be present. Did Mr. Kendall mention where he was going when he left here?”
“No. I tried to get him to give me his cell number, but he didn't fall for it. I gave him my card, so I expect to hear from him again.”
Detective James got on his phone, about to make a call. “I'll catch up with you later, Sarah. I'll have an officer stop by the house to get Ms. Kendall's laptop and other personal items.”
“Sure, I'm heading back there right now.”
“By the way,” he asked. “Just curious. Do you believe Mick Kendall's story?”
“I don't know. He told me he was trying to make things right with his daughter. Why would he spend the past few months trying to get back into her good graces, only to end her life? Doesn't make sense.”
In Lois's car, I immediately called Carter and explained the situation of how I came to meet Mick Kendall. “Can you meet me back at Lois's place as soon as you can?”
“I'm already here,” he said. “I just met with the ME who examined Norton Cline's body. We know each other so he was willing to indulge me. An autopsy was performed, but the cause of death is still in question. He did take blood and tissue samples to test for drugs or poison, but those results could take another few days like I suspected.”
“I got us some lunch and I'll be back at Lois's in a few minutes. In the meantime, would you mind doing a search on Mick Kendall to find out what happened eight years ago that landed him in prison? He admitted to killing a man, but he didn't say why.”
“Sure, I'm on it.”
* * *
When I got back to the house, Carter had his laptop set up at the kitchen table and Lois was sitting beside him. On the screen was a mug shot of Mick Kendall.
The same black hair streaked with gray and the dark, penetrating eyes.
Carter handed me a sheet of paper he'd printed out. “The local newspaper article I found from 2008 gives very few details about the murder. The victim was a twenty-two year old kid by the name of Nate Thayer.”
“No details whatsoever?”
“Nope. Just explains that Mick struck a deal with the DA and pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter.”
“Is there any way you could find out who Mick's Parole Officer is?”
Carter shrugged. “Sure.”
“Also, Detective James needs to find a witness who can corroborate Mick's story, that he dropped his daughter off yesterday afternoon near the Irving gas station on Islington. She might have been walking home and someone picked her up.”
“Let's not forget our biggest clue to this whole thing,” Carter said. “Claire's murderer felt compelled to dump the body in your trunk. So, whoever this animal is, he's got his eye on you, Sarah, and I'm not comfortable with that.”
Lois excused herself. “Sorry to be rude. I need to lay down until these Tylenol kick in.”
“Maybe you should have some food,” I said.
“Thanks, but I'm afraid I'll throw up anything I put in my stomach. I'll be fine. You guys are welcome to stay as long as you want. And Sarah, please take my car if you need it. I won't be going anywhere.”
After Lois disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom, Carter and I shared a wilted lettuce and turkey sandwich I bought at the pharmacy. Note to self; never buy a turkey sandwich at a pharmacy.
“Give me your honest opinion,” I said to him. “You don't really think Claire's killer wants to do the same to me as he did to her, do you?”
“I don't know but, if I have any
James jotted down that info in his notebook. “Good. Maybe we can find a witness who can attest to seeing her get out of the pickup. Maybe she started to walk back home and someone gave her a lift. I'll head over to the gas station just as soon as I arrange to have this truck brought to the warehouse for an overhaul. DNA, fingerprints, or blood samples might be present. Did Mr. Kendall mention where he was going when he left here?”
“No. I tried to get him to give me his cell number, but he didn't fall for it. I gave him my card, so I expect to hear from him again.”
Detective James got on his phone, about to make a call. “I'll catch up with you later, Sarah. I'll have an officer stop by the house to get Ms. Kendall's laptop and other personal items.”
“Sure, I'm heading back there right now.”
“By the way,” he asked. “Just curious. Do you believe Mick Kendall's story?”
“I don't know. He told me he was trying to make things right with his daughter. Why would he spend the past few months trying to get back into her good graces, only to end her life? Doesn't make sense.”
In Lois's car, I immediately called Carter and explained the situation of how I came to meet Mick Kendall. “Can you meet me back at Lois's place as soon as you can?”
“I'm already here,” he said. “I just met with the ME who examined Norton Cline's body. We know each other so he was willing to indulge me. An autopsy was performed, but the cause of death is still in question. He did take blood and tissue samples to test for drugs or poison, but those results could take another few days like I suspected.”
“I got us some lunch and I'll be back at Lois's in a few minutes. In the meantime, would you mind doing a search on Mick Kendall to find out what happened eight years ago that landed him in prison? He admitted to killing a man, but he didn't say why.”
“Sure, I'm on it.”
* * *
When I got back to the house, Carter had his laptop set up at the kitchen table and Lois was sitting beside him. On the screen was a mug shot of Mick Kendall.
The same black hair streaked with gray and the dark, penetrating eyes.
Carter handed me a sheet of paper he'd printed out. “The local newspaper article I found from 2008 gives very few details about the murder. The victim was a twenty-two year old kid by the name of Nate Thayer.”
“No details whatsoever?”
“Nope. Just explains that Mick struck a deal with the DA and pled guilty to voluntary manslaughter.”
“Is there any way you could find out who Mick's Parole Officer is?”
Carter shrugged. “Sure.”
“Also, Detective James needs to find a witness who can corroborate Mick's story, that he dropped his daughter off yesterday afternoon near the Irving gas station on Islington. She might have been walking home and someone picked her up.”
“Let's not forget our biggest clue to this whole thing,” Carter said. “Claire's murderer felt compelled to dump the body in your trunk. So, whoever this animal is, he's got his eye on you, Sarah, and I'm not comfortable with that.”
Lois excused herself. “Sorry to be rude. I need to lay down until these Tylenol kick in.”
“Maybe you should have some food,” I said.
“Thanks, but I'm afraid I'll throw up anything I put in my stomach. I'll be fine. You guys are welcome to stay as long as you want. And Sarah, please take my car if you need it. I won't be going anywhere.”
After Lois disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom, Carter and I shared a wilted lettuce and turkey sandwich I bought at the pharmacy. Note to self; never buy a turkey sandwich at a pharmacy.
“Give me your honest opinion,” I said to him. “You don't really think Claire's killer wants to do the same to me as he did to her, do you?”
“I don't know but, if I have any
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