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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sophia headed down stairs to where the gym and the locker rooms were. She decided to work out with Jake, that way they could talk without being over heard by anyone.

As she watched him for a few minutes she never realized how muscular and in shape he really was. Also notices a tattoo of some Chinese characters on his upper right arm.

“G’day Jake. How are you this morning?”

Jake turned around and saw Sophia. “Oh hey there, Sophia. I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all Soph, there are more gloves over there on that shelf behind you.”

Sophia turned and looked at Jake. “So, how is this done?”

Jake had her step up to the bag and had her throw a few punches. They took turns punching on the bag for a while before Jake spoke up.

“Soph, I noticed you have a tattoo on your lower back. Who is Isaac?”

Sophia sat down in a nearby chair to catch her breath. “He is my brother, and I had his name tattooed so I would never forget him. He and I were as close and a brother and sister could be. We did everything together when we were little.”

She went quiet for a moment. “He was with my parents… in the car when the drunk driver hit them. He died at the scene. Even though he was older, we were best friends, and he let me follow him around and hang out with him and his friends.”

The memories made her chuckle. “He even let me help him build a tree house in the big gum tree behind our house. When the other kids wanted to put a ‘no girls allowed’ sign on the tree house, he said that I was one of the boys and that if they had a problem with it, they could leave.”

She wiped the tears away as quickly as she could manage. “I guess we should get back to our work out.”

“I want to show you something first.”

He walked over to her and turned so she could see the upper part of his right arm. “See this tattoo Sophia? This tattoo says Isaac as well, but this is Gaelic or Celtic.”

She traced her hand over the tattoo and then she remembered. “Your son’s name is Isaac as well, right?”

Jacob smiled. “We both lost an Isaac that was dear to us. Your brother, and my son. You know, I don’t think it was just chance that brought us together. I think we were meant to be friends. I think we are meant to help each other through the pain. That is what friends are for.”

Sophia nodded. “I agree with you Jake.”

“Oh, Jake, I found the address to one of Charles Bennett’s corporations. We can go check it out at lunch, since you really aren’t supposed to be working on this case.” She winked at him.

Suddenly Jake’s cell phone rang. He answered, told them they could be there soon and hung up the phone.

Sophia looked at him. “Who was that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“You remember that other detective I put on the Calloway case, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah I do. Making any progress on that case yet?”

“Well, that was him on the phone. Turns out there were a break in the case, and he wants to meet us at the CSI lab in about thirty minutes.”

They arrived at the CSI lab, where the detective waited for them. Jacob and Sophia shook his hand.

“What do you have for us, Detective?” asked Jacob.

“Well, we thought before that this was a hate crime considering how brutal the scene was, but that isn’t the case. It was just made to look that way.”

“Yeah, we figured that part out. Do you have anything new?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have called you down here if I didn’t. I was reading the M.E.’s report and saw that there was a small puncture mark on her neck. I believe that is how they subdued her. When your girlfriend was killed, did the ME find one on her as well?”

Jake looked at Sophia with a concerned look. “Actually, there was. They didn’t think it mattered so they didn’t pursue that avenue. Detective, what did the toxicology report say?”

“Glad you asked. This is where things get interesting. They didn’t find any substances in her system. It didn’t make sense to me at first, but then I was looking at a picture of the positioning of the puncture mark, and it looked familiar to me.”

“My grandfather practiced acupuncture. He tried to teach me. I learned a little bit about it and I believe someone that has the same skills placed a needle used for acupuncture there to immobilize her. This person knows what he or she is doing.”

Sophia thought for a minute. “Sounds like the same M.O. and style from what I have read.”

“We need to go back to the Mayor and find how who his enemies are. We need to connect these cases concretely, Sophia.”

“Detectives, come in please.” Please take a seat. What can I do for you?”

Jake spoke up first. “Sir, we have a few more questions for you. Through your time as Mayor, have you made any enemies, sir?”

The Mayor got a questioning look. “I’m in a public office, of course I have enemies, but what does that have to do with my daughter’s death?

Sophia looked the Mayor square in the eyes. “Well Mayor, the death of your daughter wasn’t gang or hate related.”

“Then what was it, Detectives?”

She measured the truth of the Mayor’s reaction, and then continued. “It was a professional hit sir she was targeted because she is your daughter. Her race had nothing to do with the hit.”

“Where did you get this information, Detectives?” asked the Mayor.

“From the coroner and CSI, sir. I can only tell you that two guns were use. One was the kill shot, the other was to make it look like a hate crime. The bullets are being examined. We are hoping we will get a match.”

Jacob spoke up again. “So, we have to ask you again, who has something against you or your family? Did you make any enemies?”

The Mayor looked down. “I…I don’t know. I don’t think I have made any enemies. I can’t think of anyone.”

Jacob took out a picture of Charles Bennett and handed it to the mayor. “Sir, do you know this man?”

He looked at the picture. “Yes, I know him. That is Charles Bennett, one of my biggest supporters. Or at least he was.”

“What do you mean by was?”

“Well Detective, Charles Bennett is a man of wealth and prestige. He likes a certain lifestyle. Because he was my biggest supporter, I helped him be able to live that lifestyle. One night, he came to my house and asked me if I could help him out of some trouble he was in. Apparently when he was younger, he got involved in some shady deals with some less-than-reputable people. I told him that I couldn’t help him. Needless to say, he was very angered by that and said that if I didn’t help him, that I would regret it. After that, he stopped supporting me in my campaign and I had to find other avenues of revenue…Do you think he had something to do with my daughter’s death?”

“Yes we do. He has been keeping some very interesting company as of late. We also have him linked at the very least to another murder and kidnapping. We can’t tell you much more because the cases are still open.”

“Well, Detectives you have my support and anything else you need.”

“Thank you, sir, we will find who killed your daughter. If you think of anything that would be of help, please call us.”

“Wait a minute, Detectives, I may have something for you.”

He pulled out his cell phone and called up his office. He talked to his secretary for a few moments, waited for a moment, spoke to her again, and then ended the call. He walked over to the detectives and hands Jake a small piece of paper.

“This is the number I used to get in touch with Mr. Bennett, but I never gave you this number, detectives. Oh and if someone were to, oh I don’t know, call him because they needed some certain illegal contraband shipped out of the country quietly, that person could probably get a meeting with Mr. Bennett. Especially if that contraband were say drugs, money, or guns.” Now if you will excuse me, I have a lot to take care of today.”

“Of course, Mayor, and thanks again for your help.”

The detectives left the mayor’s house.

“This is the break we have been waiting for, Jake. If we do this right, we can charge Mr. Bennett with smuggling and then get him to roll on the bigger fish he had dealings with.”

Jake smiled. “We will run this by the captain when we get back and see if we can get an undercover operation going on. We have to move quickly though. He can’t slip away this time.”

“This time? You mean you had him once?”

“Yeah we did, but when Jaxon got killed, the prosecution’s case couldn’t hold up, so it was dropped.”

She smiled warmly. “I’m sorry, Jake. We will get him this time.”

“You better believe we will! And there isn’t anything he can do about it. Let’s go get him.”

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