The next morning, instead of going to work, Jacob drove to the martial arts dojo he practices his martial arts..
“Where are we going, Jacob?” Jaxon asked.
“We are going to the gym. I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself in case your ex somehow gets to you.”
Jaxon started to protest. “Jake, I already know hand-to-hand combat. I was trained at the police academy, just like you were.”
Jacob smiled. “That’s good, but what I and my teacher are going to teach you is much more effective. We are going to teach you to use your fear to your advantage.”
Jaxon smiled and gave in, not having the energy to argue much. “All right, I’ll do it. Thank you so much, Jacob, for everything you and Megan have done for me.”
“Everything you will need is in the backseat. Let’s go kick some butt.”
They both walked into the gym. “Jaxon, this is my teacher, Master Lin. Master, this is Jaxon, my partner at work.”
Master Lin bowed. “Nice to meet you, Jaxon.”
She bowed in response. “Nice to meet you too, Master Lin.”
“First, we are going to teach you how to strike. Let me see you throw a few punches.”
Jaxon threw a few punches at the bag.
“Not bad, but let’s see if we can get your jab crisper. Also, you need to keep your hands up when you punch. Let me show you what I mean.” Lin threw some very sharp, crisp jabs. “Now you try.”
Jaxon continued to throw punches at the bag.
“Very good, keep going.”
They continued to work on her punches for an hour or so. “Good job, Jaxon. You’re improving. Keep practicing. We’ll work on your kicks when I see the both of you again in two days..”
Jaxon and Jacob nodded, then bowed to Master Lin, and headed back home. When they get home, they showered, dressed, and headed for work.
“Thanks for the workout. I needed it.”
Jacob chuckled. “No problem. I could tell you needed to get some frustrations out, but the fun has just started.”
In a small two-bedroom apartment, Charles Bennett stood at the window. He took another drag on the cigarette he was smoking. Looking at the sunset, always made it easier to think. There was just something about the beauty of the sunset.. Charles picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The call was answered by an answering machine. “This is Jaxon Strong. I’m not home right now…”
He slammed down the phone and a few cuss words escaped his lips. “She has forced my hand, and she will regret that move.” The man calmed a bit as he thought about the situation. “Hmm. Maybe this will prove to be a good turn of events. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.”
Charles sat in the chair, took a puff from his pipe, and thought more about what his next move should be. He gathered up his surveillance equipment and went to where his van was parked. He got into his van and headed downtown to the Avalon Police station to wait and watch for Jaxon. Soon after he arrived, he saw a dark blue four-door jeep pull into the parking lot.
Jaxon and Jacob and headed into the building.
“Looks like I’ll have to do a lot of surveillance, in order to be able to get to her alone. Or perhaps I’ll have to get rid of him to get to her.”
Jaxon and Jacob entered their office and found the phone records of Juan and Sarah sitting on their desks. They scanned the phone records, and Jaxon is the first to speak,
“It says here that Sarah and Juan were calling each other a long time before they were ever seen together in the club. We need to go back to the club and see if Sarah was seen with anyone else. There is a number on both phone records that doesn’t match any other number we have. Let’s get that number traced while we go to the club and have a talk with Eve again.”
“Right behind you.” Jacob said as he grabbed his coat. “We can get something to eat on the way. I’m starved.”
They reached the club, and as luck would have it, the same bartender Jaxon had previously spoken with was at the bar. They made their way to the counter.
“Hello again, Eve.”
“Oh, hello again, Detectives. What can I do for you this time?”
“Well, you can start by telling us who else Sarah McBride has been seen with here.”
“Hmm, let’s see.” The bartender started to think. One of the waitresses overheard the question and walked up to the detectives.
“You’re looking for that young girl that got taken a few days ago, right? I watched it on the news. Very sad. I’ve saw her in here a few weeks ago. She came in with some white dude in a very expensive suit. I only remember them because he tipped me a Fifty-dollar bill.”
“Did you ever see her in here with a Mexican?”
She thought for a minute. “Come to think of it, yeah, I did see her and the Mexican in here talking to that same white dude.”
“Do you think you could describe this ‘White Dude’ to a sketch artist?”
The waitress nodded.
“Good. You’ve been a big help. Thank you so much. Here. Take our card in case you think of anything else.”
The young waitress turned to leave, then took one more, look at Jacob, winked at him, and left.
As Jake talked with the other detective, Jaxon’s phone rang. She answered it,. It was the medical examiner, who revealed that she had new information n the murder of the Mayor’s step-daughter.
When Jake got off the phone, Jax told Jake that the M.E needed to see them about Mayor’s step-daughter. They’d found some evidence on the girl’s body.
They jumped into the jeep and headed to the M.E.’s office.
“What’s wrong, Jax? You're being really quiet.”
“Oh nothing. Just thinking about stuff.”
“Well, I’m a good listener if you need to talk.”
“Thanks Jake. Maybe later okay?”
“That’s fine. Let’s go see what they have for us.”
They walked into the ME’s office and found the medical examiner waiting for them.
“What do you have for us, Mack?”
“Well, I have all five bullets that killed that poor girl. She was shot four times in the chest and once in the head. The strange thing is that the head shot was the one that killed her and the other four shots were done after she died. The head shot was done with a bigger caliber gun; a .45. The other four shots were done with a .40.”
Jaxon shook her head as she looked down at the young girl’s body.
“It’s so sad that this girl was taken out in the prime of her life. It’s just not right. So, it was made to look like a hate crime, when it was actually a hit done by a professional. Also, there is evidence that she was raped repeatedly.”
Jacob glanced down at the girl. “Have you gotten the rape kit back yet?”
The M.E. shook his head. “No, but I’m expecting any day now.”
Jacob turned to Jaxon. “I guess he wanted to make this one personal as well.” He gazed off to the side as if lost in thought.
Jaxon noticed him. “Jacob, are you all right?”
He looked up at the M.E. “I need that .45; I may know who killed this girl.”
The M.E. handed over the bullet and Jake walked out. Jaxon hurried to catch up.
“Hey, Jake, what was that all about?”
“I think…” Jacob took a deep breath. “I think that the person who killed Melanie is the same person who killed Rachel. This murder is very similar to Rachel’s murder. Both were shot in the head with a .45 and were then shot multiple times in the chest using a different caliber gun. That is why I took the .45 bullet. I want to see if this bullet matches the one taken from Rachel.”
They headed to the local CSI laboratory to check the ballistics. Jacob and Jaxon paced back and forth, anxiously waiting for the answers that Jacob already suspected and knew in his heart to be.
The lab tech glanced up from the comparison microscope and looked over at the two detectives.
“I have some results for you, Detectives. The bullet removed from Melanie does match the bullet you gave me.”
Jacob took a deep breath. “So, you are saying that both bullets came from the same gun?”
“Yes, sir. That is what I’m saying.”
“You’re sure they came from the same gun?”
“Yes, I’m sure. If you look in this microscope, you will see that the lands and grooves match on both bullets.”
Jacob checked the microscope and then turned to Jaxon, moving so that she could confirm what he saw.
She looked at her partner with an approving grin. “They’re a match.”
“Now all we need is to find the gun and then we find the man who killed the mayor’s daughter and my family.”