The Fifth to Die: A gripping, page-turner of a crime thriller. J.D. Barker

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      Kloz was nodding. “I’ve got an aunt in Florida who has one. She’s allergic to chlorine. They’re low maintenance too, no chemicals to measure out.”

      “There can’t be many around Chicago. Think you can run a list?” Porter asked.

      Kloz said, “Maybe I can put something together through building permits.”

      Porter studied the faces around the table. With the exception of Sophie Rodriguez, he had known them all for years. He retrieved the newspaper from Nash’s desk and set it on the conference table. “Watch your backs for reporters. Somebody is snooping around a little too close to camp, and they’re not afraid to speculate.”

      Clair flipped the paper around so she could read the headline. “You don’t think one of us talked to the press, do you?”

      Porter shook his head. “I think they’ll print anything to sell papers. And if they can’t get one of us to talk, they’ll make something up. When we’re ready, I’ll make a statement. Until then, aside from the Amber Alert on Lili, we’re on a press lockdown.”

      An uncomfortable silence fell over the group. Sophie was first to speak. “Is anyone gonna eat that last donut?”

      Kloz’s head dropped to the tabletop, and he let out a sigh. “Take it.”

      Evidence Board

      ELLA REYNOLDS (15 years old)

      Reported missing 1/22

      Found 2/12 in Jackson Park Lagoon

      Water frozen since 1/2 — (20 days before she went missing)

      Last seen — getting off her bus at Logan Square (2 blocks from home/15 miles from Jackson Park)

      Last seen wearing a black coat

      Drowned in salt water (found in fresh water)

      Found in Lili Davies’s clothes

      Four-minute walk from bus to home

      Frequented Starbucks on Kedzie. Seven-minute walk to home.

      LILI DAVIES (17 years old)

      Parents = Dr. Randal Davies and Grace Davies

      Best friend = Gabrielle Deegan

      Attends Wilcox Academy (private) did not attend classes on 2/12

      Last seen leaving for school (walking) morning of 2/12 @ 7:15 wearing a Perro red nylon diamond-quilted hooded parka, white hat, white gloves, dark jeans, and pink tennis shoes (all found on Ella Reynolds)

      Most likely taken morning of 2/12 (on way to school)

      Small window = 35 minutes (Left for school 7:15 a.m., classes start 7:50 a.m.)

      School only four blocks from home

      Not reported missing until after midnight (morning of 2/13)

      Parents thought she went to work (art gallery) right after school (she didn’t do either)

      UNSUB

      

Possibly driving a gray pickup towing a water tank

      

May work with swimming pools (cleaning or servicing)

      ASSIGNMENTS:

      

Starbucks footage (1-day cycle?) — Kloz

      

Ella’s computer, phone, e-mail — Kloz

      

Lili’s social media, phone records, e-mail (phone and PC MIA) — Kloz

      

Enhance image of possible unsub entering park — Kloz

      

Park camera loosened? Check old footage — Kloz

      

Get make and model of truck from video? — Kloz

      

Clair and Sophie walk Lili’s route to school/talk to Gabrielle Deegan

      

Porter and Nash visit gallery (manager = Ms. Edwins)

      

Put together a list of saltwater pools around Chicago via permits office — Kloz

      

Check out local aquariums and aquarium supply houses

       10

       Porter

       Day 2 • 9:08 a.m.

      “Sam, you don’t have to do this.”

      “Yeah, I do.”

      He rang the Reynoldses’ doorbell.

      They had driven straight here from police headquarters, lights blazing. Porter raced through at least three reds.

      Nash shuffled his feet beside him on the stoop. “The department will send a uniform.”

      Porter rubbed his hands together. The cold was slowly killing him. With the wind-chill, the temperature hovered at three degrees. “It’s after nine. They may have already seen the morning paper. It’s probably all over the morning news too.”

      Porter rang the doorbell again.

      The curtain over the glass window to the left of the door moved aside briefly, fell back into place. Someone worked the deadbolt. The door opened a few inches. A woman in her mid-forties peeked out, her eyes red and dark, the skin around them sunken with lack of sleep. Her brown hair looked oily, unwashed for days. She wore a thick brown sweater and jeans. “May I help you?”

      Porter unfolded his badge case. “I’m Detective Porter, and this is Detective Nash with Chicago Metro. May we come in?”

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