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“Show me!”
“Here, all toe and fingernails ripped out, multiple deep lacerations across her left forearm over 150, multiple deep burns caused by a screwdriver heated up and forced deep into the skin in her left underarm, two fractured ribs, multiple minor lacerations bruising throughout and an ‘X’ carved through her Reapers and your name tattoo. Her right leg has multiple deep lacerations and puncture wounds from the heated screwdriver, a deep laceration from her temple across her right eye and down to her cheek. It says here she’s lucky to have kept her vision. Well, at least that’s a good thing.” Then he lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck… that’s some fucked-up shit. Who the fuck would do that to her? And to what end then to toss her aside?”
“Maybe they got what they wanted?” I sigh.
“Let’s hope not!” If it’s information on us, it could bury us. If it’s information on The Armoury, then maybe we’ll all be fucked anyway!”
“Right, print out that report, then let’s start back at the beginning and track her from leaving here on the night she was taken.” We followed the limo and got the photo of the driver already. Dice prints it out again, and I pin it to the wall along with the clinic's report. “Right, you said this guy's driving licence was fake. What makes you say that?”
“I searched for death certificates in his name and got one, so we stopped there.”
“Okay, so what if we search for his name, the fake licence name? If it’s a name he picked or an identity he stole, he might know the real guy. There might be a connection.”
Dice searches and searches before coming back with his name. “Right, the fake name is Timothy Spent.”
“Okay, print out the fake driving licence.”
“What for?”
“I want to see everything all together, so find and print his death certificate, then run a google search on the name and let’s see what it comes up with.”
I pace and pace while Dice taps out over the keys. Occasionally, a page will print, and I grab it and pin it to the wall in an order that makes sense to me.
“Shit, look at this!” Dice hisses out.
“What am I looking at?”
“It’s a news article about Timothy Spent’s death. He and two others were murdered, and their house burnt down. They were drug dealers… in the UK. That’s not all. Look at the dates. It says here a woman was questioned in connection with the murders but was released.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you heard the story about Ray's back tattoo?”
“Kind of.”
“Right, three guys kidnapped her and stabbed her to get to her brother. He didn’t give a shit, so her pa, I don't know which one, traded Bas’s life for hers. They killed her brother, and she went to the hospital anyway. Fast forward to before she came here. She killed them, the three guys. Timothy Spent was one of those guys.”
“So she didn’t kill him. When did he come here?”
“That’s the thing. He entered the country about three to three and a half years ago but hasn’t left, or I can’t find any record of him leaving, but she killed him a couple months before she came here.”
“So she didn’t kill him.”
“Steel, do you honestly think Ray would confuse killing him? No, I think she did kill him, but someone had already used his identity to come over here.”
“So, how has he stayed here so long?” I ask, confused as fuck.
“He’s married!”
“Can we find out about his wife?”
“Yeah, just pulling up her driving licence… holy fucking shit!” Dice gasps.
“Fuck! That’s her! That’s the woman who pretended to be Ray and killed herself at the court.”
“Fuck, so whoever the driver is, is definitely linked to you and Ray somehow.” Dice prints the woman’s driving licence out, and I add it to my wall.
“So this guy stole Timothy Spent’s ID and came here, then got married, then three years later, kidnaps Ray and frames me?”
