Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 03
#52 of Once Broken
draft 1 of Book 1 in the inheriting the Line Series.
Denton is simply a police detective looking to catch the bad guys and bed the willing guys. unfortunately for him, the investigation into the quadruple murder of a prominent Denver family leads him to the discovery of a secret society in the midst of a crisis that might be linked to his own existence.
And the Bodies are located
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The three bodies were rats, one in his fifties, one in his thirties, and one teens. Their throats had been slit, and the blood formed a pool around them, so that they couldn't get close without stepping in it.
"Shit," Flint said. "That's Alistair Lewiston. He gave a speech at my daughter's school three weeks ago."
"So that's got to be his son," Reilly commented, "and that his grandson?"
"Carpenter," Alice said, "I need to know what other family they have. If they were killed like this, it's possible anyone else related to them is in danger."
"Anything suspicious on any of the floors?" Denton asked. "Anything obviously missing?"
He got negatives all around.
"You think this is a hit?" Narn asked.
Denton shook his head, and looked at the other cheetah. "This doesn't look like any mob hit I've seen. And as far as I know, they don't have any ties to organize crime."
"You never know," Flint, interjected. "Old money is often dirty money."
"Sure," Denton agreed, "but you know any of the families' clean up men who does that? They're all about keeping things clean, even if they leave us a body."
"No, it can't be a hit," Reilly said. He was lying on the floor, looking at Alistair's neck. "This wasn't done by a professional. I can see hesitation marks at the start of the cut." George Reilly had come to them by accident. He'd been aiming to be a forensic specialist, but after he'd been almost shot in a drive by, he'd decided he wanted to apprehend the criminals, rather then prove their guilt.
"The coroner's going to be here shortly. Narn, Carpenter, you're staying. Matilda, Jefferson, you have door duty, support the CSI crew when they get here."
"Ma'am?" Carpenter asked, "What about the search you wanted for other family members?"
Alice sighed, then let out a curse that had even Reilly's ears turning red. "Okay, Carpenter, you two go back to the station." She paused, and looked at Denton.
"Cooper, me and Flint can stay," Reilly offered.
"We can?" Flint said, and was immediately elbowed in the side. "Sure, we can."
"You certain?"
"Yep," the German Shepherd confirmed. "Means you get to deal with the files on this." His grin was wide. Flint smiled too as he realized what his partner had arranged.
"Hey, I'd rather deal with paperwork than the mess this place is going to turn into when CSI gets here." Denton said. "so I'm okay with this."
"Alright then." Alice's fur settled back down. "Everyone knows their assignment. Get to it."