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Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Detective Armstrong headed back to his desk. Once there he reclined back in his chair, wondering why he could never say no to money. He realized that he was in too deep to do anything about that now, so he picked up the phone and called the head Detective on the new Most Wanted Task Force, Detective Jacob Alexander.

Detective Alexander answered the phone. “Most Wanted Task-force.”

“Detective Alexander?”

“Yes. How can I help you?”

“This is Detective Armstrong from the Missing Persons Unit and I think I might have a lead for you in one of the cases you’re working. If the information is correct, he is one of your most wanted. Sir, I…”

“Excuse me for interrupting, Detective, but could we meet in person to discuss this information?”

“Of course, sir. When and where would you like to meet?”

“Meet me at Avalon P.D, say in one hour?”

“Sounds good, sir. See you then.”

Detective Armstrong hung up the phone, sat back in his chair, and thought to himself. The Leaders better know what they are doing ‘cause I’m not going down for them. I better get the information I have on them together, just in case this goes south.

***

Jacob hung up the phone and turned to Jax. “A Detective Armstrong is coming in to give us some information on our case. He will be here in an hour.”

Jaxon smiled. “Good. We may finally get a break in the case.”

Detective Armstrong was shown in and told that Jake would be with him in a moment.

Jake and Jax gathered their notebooks and walked over to the room where Detective Armstrong was waiting. As they started to enter the room where he waited.

He whispered to Jaxon. “I don’t know that I trust this guy. Keep your guard up.”

Jaxon looked into her partner’s eyes. “All right Jake. You’re usually right about this stuff.”

They entered the room. “You don’t mind if we record this do you, Detective?”

“Not at all.”

Jaxon pressed the red button on the recorder placed it on the table.

“Good Afternoon, Detective. Thanks for meeting us today.”

“Thanks for taking the time to see me.”

“So, what information do you have for us?”

Detective Armstrong reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad. “A young man came into the missing persons unit and said that he had some information about the Sarah McBride case we are working. We showed him some mug shots and he pointed out a white male by the name of Jermaine Silver. He said that they left together, and that was the last time she was ever seen. He also thought he saw the male pull a gun just before he left with the female. I have the case file here if you would like to take a look.”

Jacob took the file. “What is this young man’s name?”

“His name is Nathan Caldwell. I don’t know how creditable this person is. You should probably check him out.”

“We sure will. Thank you for the info, Detective.”

“You’re welcome. I hope it helps.”

They shook hands, and Detective Armstrong left.

“Something tells me he holding something back, I just don’t know what it is.”

“You got that vibe too, huh Jacob? Let’s pull up his file and see what comes up.”

Jaxon typed a few things on her computer and Detective Armstrong’s file popped up. “Let’s see what we have here. Started his career in the SLC PD as a street cop, then made his way up to Detective in Vice here in Avalon.”

“Did you know him when you were in Vice, Jax?”

“I knew of him, based on his reputation of being very extreme when it came to the interrogation of a suspect. This is interesting, Jacob.” she said pointing at the paper. “It says here that Jermaine Silver is one of his informants. Why would he say that his informant was the one who took her? That just doesn’t make sense?”

“I‘ve read Jermaine’s file. He isn’t into kidnapping. He’s a street thug who’s into selling drugs.”

“Yeah. I busted him for possession before, when I was in vice.”

“We will have to keep an eye on Armstrong.”

“I agree, Jake.”

“Jaxon, what do you say we take a little road trip in the morning and see what this Nathan Caldwell has to say?”

“I think we should also find out where Jermaine really was that night.”

“Jaxon, there’s something I need to do, so I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?”

“All right, Jake, see you later.”

Jacob climbed into his jeep and began to head out of town. The jeep seemed to know the way down the familiar roads, and his thoughts started to wander. As he drove, he thought about Rachel and the new information coming in. A few hours later, Jacob found himself at a small cemetery. Parked the jeep and took a deep breath.

The reason for being here was to test a theory he had. He got out and slowly walked to a lone grave in one of the far corners. He knelt down and gingerly brushed away the leaves and loose grass scattered atop the headstone. As he stared at the grave, a solitary tear ran down his left cheek.

With a heavy heart, Jacob ran his hand across the headstone, feeling the words etched in to the hard, cold stone. “Why did you have to leave?”

Rachel Storm & Isaac Alexander

Lover, Mother, and Son

July 23, 1983 – May 28, 2005 May 28, 2005 – May 28, 2005

My beloved Family. I’ll avenge you!

He Jacob looked up suddenly feeling as though he was no longer alone, and found Rachel, standing before him, and looking as beautiful as ever.

“I told ye that we would be here to help ye, Jake.”

Jacob nodded. “Yes you did, Rachel. Heaven knows I need all the help I can get. So, where do we start?”

Rachel lowered herself down to the ground beside Jake. She replied with a smile. “Well, ye aught t’ start with dat Detective who says ‘e has some information for ye. But be careful, Jake, ‘e may not be as ‘e seems. ‘E isn’t telling ye everything.”

“Rachel…” Jake trailed off. “I need to tell you something.”

“Aye, Jacob, what do ye want t’ say?”

“I never got to say goodbye.”

Rachel smiled. “Oh, Jake, don’t trouble yer ‘ead about that! We are ‘ere now. I promise ye before we go, there will be time for goodbyes. But, Jake, there is so much to be done and now is not the time t’ worry ‘bout that.”

Jake looked back at Rachel and then turned back toward the grave, running his finger over her name again. When he looked back she was gone. He stood up, brushed the leaves and grass from his pants, and walked back to the jeep… a little more bounce to his step than when he first arrived. Jake climbed into his jeep and started the engine. He glanced one last time back toward that little corner of the cemetery, then put the jeep into drive and headed back to the city.

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