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

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      Nash glanced up at the evidence board. “What about your other assignments?”

      “I’m not running a one-man show upstairs. I’ve got staff. I’ll bring my laptop, and they can feed information to us as they get it,” Kloz said.

      Nash nodded. “Done. Ladies, let’s divide and conquer. You take the art gallery. They should be open by now. Kloz and I will hit Starbucks and tackle some of these other items on the list. At this point, we’ve got to assume Lili is still alive. We need a break.”

      Clair stood up and stretched. “Should someone check on Sam?”

      “Nope,” Nash replied.

      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)

      FLOYD REYNOLDS

      Wife: Leeann Reynolds

      Insurance sales — works for UniMed America Healthcare

      No debt? Per wife. Hosman checking

      UNSUB

      

Possibly driving a gray pickup towing a water tank: 2011 Toyota Tundra

      

May work with swimming pools (cleaning or servicing)

      

Size 11 work boot print found — back of driver’s seat, Reynolds car (Lexus LS). Used for leverage?

      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

      

Clair and Sophie 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

      

Hosman to check debt on the Reynoldses

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       Porter

       Day 2 • 12:18 p.m.

      Porter needed a Big Mac.

      Not only a Big Mac but a large fry, chocolate shake, and an apple pie for dessert.

      He needed it so badly, the craving drove him to walk steadfast from his apartment, three blocks down Wabash, and directly into the nearest McDonald’s, which was hopping this time of day. He ordered, took his meal to a small table in the back, and devoured every bit. Seven minutes later, he found himself staring at an empty tray, his stomach still rumbling.

      He desperately wanted to talk to Heather. The immense hole in his heart once filled by the sound of his wife’s voice burned.

      Heather had been gone for six months now, and it felt like six thousand lifetimes. People told him he would heal with time, the hole would grow smaller, fill with other loves, with life lived. It hadn’t, though. Instead, the void only seemed to grow larger, and he found himself missing her more each day.

      Heather understood. Heather listened.

      Porter wanted to tell her about the past six months. He needed her advice. He needed the sound of her voice.

      “You kept me from venturing down the rabbit hole, Button,” Porter said quietly. “Now I’m knee deep and СКАЧАТЬ