Fatal Chaos. Marie Force
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Название: Fatal Chaos

Автор: Marie Force

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

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isbn: 9781474070478

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СКАЧАТЬ she said to Beckett.

      Consulting his notes, he said, “Vincent Andina on the left and Corey Richie on the right. I ran all three boys, and only Richie popped up as being in the system for a misdemeanor that was adjudicated in juvie. EMTs checked them out, and they’re as okay as they can be under the circumstances. A little shell-shocked, but that’s to be expected.”

      “Good work, Beckett. Thank you.” She approached the two boys who sat together on the stairs of a townhouse. “I’m Lieutenant Holland, Metro PD.”

      “You’re the chick that nailed that guy at the parade,” Vincent said. Like Jamal, he was black but had dyed his hair blond.

      “Yeah, that was me.”

      “That was cool.”

      “Glad you thought so. I’d like to speak to you separately, if you don’t mind. Vincent, can you please come with me?”

      He exchanged glances with Corey, who was Hispanic. “I guess so.”

      Sam walked him a hundred feet from where his friend sat on the stoop. “Can you tell me what happened today?”

      “We went to the movies at the Air and Space. Jamal... He liked that space shit and begged us to go with him so he wouldn’t have to go by himself. It was pretty cool.”

      “How’d you get there?” Sam asked.

      “Took the bus,” Vincent said, “and we was walking home when this car came flying down the street. It was going so fast that we kinda jumped out of the way cuz we were afraid it might hit us. Then there was a loud boom and Jamal... He just went down.”

      “Did you get a good look at the car?”

      He shook his head. “It happened so fast,” Vincent said. “The car was long gone by the time we realized Jamal had been shot.”

      “Think about it. Was it a regular car or a truck or an SUV? Any detail you can give us would help.”

      For a long moment, he was quiet as he tried to remember. “I think it was black. And a regular car. Not a truck or an SUV. But I can’t be sure. It was like a flash flying by us, and when we heard the boom, I got kind of confused about what was happening. I was on the inside. Jamal was closest to the street and Corey was in the middle.” Vincent wiped a tear off his face. “Why would anyone want to hurt Jamal? He was the nicest kid.”

      “It’s very possible,” Sam said, “that these guys, whoever they are, were looking to hurt someone, and it didn’t matter who it was.”

      “That’s so fucked-up,” Vincent said.

      “I agree. I have to ask if any of you had any contact with gangs or friends who are in gangs.”

      “We all know people who are into that shit, but we aren’t.”

      “Did Jamal or either of you have any beefs with anyone?”

      “Nah,” Vincent said. “Nothing that would get us shot. Some chirping and crap on Twitter. Whatever. No one wanted us dead. Least not that we knew about.”

      “You’ve been very helpful.” She handed him her card. “If you think of anything else, call me. Even if it’s the smallest detail that comes back to you tomorrow or the next day or chatter you see online. Call me.”

      He nodded in acknowledgment.

      “I’m really sorry about your friend.”

      “Thanks,” Vincent said, wiping more tears from his face.

      She had a similar conversation with Corey, who didn’t add anything new to what Vincent had told her. Sam went to talk to Beckett. “Have their parents been called?”

      “They’re on their way.”

      “Don’t bring them down here. Meet them at the corner or something. They don’t need to see this.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” Beckett ushered the boys to the far end of the street.

      “What’s the plan, Lieutenant?” Gonzo asked as Sam took a good look around at the nearby houses.

      “We need an APB for a fast-moving black sedan. Make sure they know these people are armed and not afraid to shoot.”

      “I’ll take care of that,” Gonzo said.

      “What do we have for cameras around here?”

      “There’s one at either end of the block, and I’ve already asked Archie to pull the feed,” Gonzo said of Lieutenant Archelotta, who ran the IT squad.

      As Lindsey wheeled Jamal’s body to the Medical Examiner’s truck, Sam said, “Let’s canvass the crowd and go door-to-door to see if anyone else witnessed the shooting. When we get back to the house, I want to go through all their social media accounts. My gut is telling me this is random, but we need to check all the boxes.”

      They spent the next hour talking to each person at the scene and knocking on every door on the street but didn’t find any other witnesses to the shooting. A few had heard the boom of the shot and had rushed outside to see what’d happened. None of them reported seeing the car or the shooter.

      When they’d done what they could, they turned things over to the Crime Scene detectives. “Let’s pick it up at HQ and see what Archie has for us.”

       CHAPTER FOUR

      AS SAM APPROACHED her car, she noticed Darren Tabor from the Washington Star leaning against it, typing madly on his smartphone.

      “Get off my car, Darren. You’ll scratch the paint.”

      “I see the vacation didn’t do anything to sweeten you up, Lieutenant.”

      Though his comment amused her, Sam didn’t let him see that. “What do you want?”

      “You know what I want. The whole world is waiting for a comment from you or the vice president about what’s going on with Nelson and how you guys feel about the possibility of becoming president and first lady.”

      “You’re going to have to continue waiting. I’ve got nothing to say.”

      “Come on, Sam. You’ve got to be worried about it. How could you not be?”

      “The only thing I’m worried about is the really good kid who was just gunned down in my city. He has my full attention.”

      “How’re you going to do this job if you become first lady?”

      “I asked you nicely to get off my car, Darren. I’ve got work to do, and you’re in my way.”

      He pushed himself off the car. “Will you give me something when you can?”

      “Have a good day, Darren.”

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