“Why?”
He shrugs.“Money.”
“Who was gonna pay you for that?”
His eyes slide from me to Clem and then back down to the toes of his dirty sneakers.
“Some guy.”
“What’s his name?”
“Dunno.”
Getting frustrated with my child’s almost monosyllabic responses, I look over at Clem, whose eyes have an immediate calming effect on me.
“Well, how do you know him?”
“I don’t.”
I shake my head and bulge my eyes at Clem, exasperated.
“How’d you meet him?”Clem takes over.
“Online, I guess.I don’t remember.”
“When was this?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Is he the one who attacked you?”I ask.
Remi drops his head on his arms on the counter and mumbles, “I don’t know, can we talk about this later?I have a headache.”
He’s evading and I know it, so in a last-ditch effort to get him to open up, I get my phone from my pocket and pull up the picture Ryan Wells’s mother supplied when she reported him missing.I hold the phone up to Remi.
“Have you seen this kid before?”
He slowly lifts his head and looks at the screen.I can instantly tell he recognizes the boy, and it is like a punch to my gut.
“Why?”he asks.
Not,who is it, butwhy.
As much as I want to protect my kids from the evil in this world, I’m not going to lie.Not when I need my son to understand the level of danger he may be playing with.
“Because Ryan Wells—that’s his name—is currently lying on a cold slab in our morgue, brutally murdered.”
His face goes chalk white.
Chapter12
Tessa
“The forum is called Retro Chevy.”
KC Kingma nods as he turns to his computer.One of the younger of Edwards County’s finest, KC is a techie with a treasure trove of knowledge of all things internet, who is often called in on active investigations for his expertise.
“I’ll find it.”
