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“32 year old female. LindaCoolridge. The older lady in the kitchen is her mother, LucilleCoolridge. 54.” The first responding officer said softly to my right.
“That’s the woman that hires for V. S. Construction,” I said numbly.
The same woman who’d been a small part of taking Varian Strong down, albeit unknowingly.
She hadn’t realized, at the time, thatshe’d hired an undercover cop that was planning on taking down the business she worked for. She’d been sweet. Way too sweet to have what I’d suspected was done to her.
I turned to find Tunnel Morrison, the newest member of The Dixie Wardens, standing to my right as he held a notebook open. His eyes moved up to my face, and he knew, without even saying anything else, that this particular case went from horrific tofucked up beyond belief.
Tunnel was a fellow cop, as well. Although he wasn’t actually on the undercover case with me, he was aware of some of the details, as were most of the cops at the station. It was hard to keep something like that quiet after the arrests had been made. Especially a case that was influential in putting away the rapist that had been ravaging our small town.
“You have a note.” He continued.
“A note?” I asked sharply.
He nodded solemnly. “It’s on the body of the secretary. Pinned to her chest with a knife.”
I cleared my throat. “Have the techs swept this yet?”
Tunnel shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Alright, well get everyone out. Don’t let them come in. Keep everyone off the grass. Treat everything outside like the crime scene, too. You’re going to need to set up a police line as far back off the property as you can. Keep the press out of my hair, too. Nobody but you and the crime scene techs come in here, got it?” I ordered.
He nodded and left to do my bidding while I walked to the body on the couch and read the note that was stabbed through the poor girl’s chest.
‘Two a day will die until you withdraw your statement and get the fuck out.’
Mother. Fucker.
***
By the time I pulled into my driveway that night, I was feeling anything but happy to be there.
I was about to make the hardest decision of my life, but I could see no other way around it.
After letting out Lucy, I shrugged into a black hoodie, black sweat pants, and a black skull cap that covered my blonde hair.
Taking a deep breath, I snuck out my back door and scaled the fence in between Channing’s place and mine.
I knocked on the back door, thankful to hear the reassuring beeps of the alarm being deactivated before she swung the door open.
“Didn’t you think to ask who the fuck it was?” I barked.
She slammed the door in my face.
“I deserved that,” I muttered to myself before opening the door and closing it behind me.
“What’s the arm code?” I asked.
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
I sighed. “No, really, what is it? I don’t want you to ever have this inactivated.”
“Fuck you. Like I already said,” she said again, much calmer this time.
I ground my teeth together. “Channing.”
She turned back around and came back to the panel before she started punching numbers. 3-8-2-5-6-5-8.Whichcorresponded to the letters, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U. Literally, those were the numbers she’d used on the keypad.
