Blood Is Thicker Than Water (A New Adult Dark Thriller Series of Mystery and Suspense) ( free series of thriller, mystery, suspense and horror) (Next Of Kin Book 1) by Aray Brown Page B
Authors: Aray Brown
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they broke out in a fight. The slim man tackled him. He had finally grew tired of his antics and felt guilty for every one of their dirty deeds. He wasn’t afraid of him anymore. Just as he moved toward Isabel’s body, the short man engulfed her body in flames and then pummeled him to the ground.
“Stop it man you’re going to kill em!” The tall man exclaimed.
“Get ya own ride home old yella, fucking pussy!” The short man said, spit on the ground. They hopped in the car and sped off, leaving them behind in the dust.
The slim man got up, put one hand over the busted rib and trudged to her scorched body. He extracted his coat and shielded her body, then watched the flames die out. He reached for her purse, retrieved her cell and called for help.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“She has burns all over her body.”
“May I have your name please?”
“Todd.
“Todd, does she have a pulse?”
“I don’t know.”
22.
The doctor’s prognosis; Isabel wouldn’t survive during the night. She was severely burned and badly beaten.
The nurse rifled through Isabel’s purse in search of identification. She found Medina’s number and called her immediately.
“Isabel Kraygen?” Price asked, heart thumping.
“She’s in ICU, room 206.” The receptionist said.
Price scurried to the elevator, pushed the second floor button, and then flew past the hospital staff to the room where a seasoned Lieutenant was questioning Isabel. Half of her body was wrapped in gauze. Price listened outside.
“Tell me what happened?” The lieutenant asked.
“I just finished my set. I work at The Black Tiger.”
The middle–aged man scribbled on his notepad.
“You think I deserve this don’t you?” Isabel asked, cold stare.
“What happened next?” The lieutenant changed the subject.
“I was in the parking lot and three guys cornered me. They beat me up and forced themselves on me.” Isabel said.
“Have you seen them before?” The lieutenant asked.
“No.” Isabel said.
“Would you recognize em if you saw them again?” The lieutenant asked.
“Their faces are burned into my skull.” Isabel replied.
“That’s all for now.” The lieutenant said.
“That’s it?” Isabel inquired.
“We got the DNA samples from the rape kit to analyze. Oh and one of the guys saved your life. We have him in custody. These creeps rarely have a conscience. Call me if you need anything else.” He said, turning the knob.
“What happens to him?” Isabel asked.
“If he cooperates and turns the rest of them in, he’ll get a reduced sentence…I’ll be seeing ya.” Sticking a cigarette in his mouth, he lit a match.
She was mesmerized by the flame. The middle-aged man lit up, blew out the fire from the match, and then made a quick exit.
Outside, Price hid around the corner.
“Lieutenant.” Price cried out.
The middle-aged man halted.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“My name is Medina Price. I’m her sister.”
“And?” The lieutenant asked.
“Her car was stolen. The person who did it might be involved.”
“Nonsense, it was a three-man job. They worked her over pretty good too.” The lieutenant took a long drag from the cigarette.
“I need you to put an ATL out on her car.” Medina said.
“It’s probably being sold for parts by now.” The lieutenant replied.
“What if it was your family?” Medina asked.
“I never met ‘em and you’re wasting my time.” The lieutenant finished his nicotine fix for the day, squished it with his shoe.
“But--“
“I’m sorry Price; it’s out of my hands.” The lieutenant interrupted.
The middle-aged man turned around, walked in the opposite direction. His pace escalating from slow to fast.
“How are you holding up?” Price asked.
“I’m still alive.” Isabel said.
“You didn’t deserve this.” Price replied.
“Maybe
“Stop it man you’re going to kill em!” The tall man exclaimed.
“Get ya own ride home old yella, fucking pussy!” The short man said, spit on the ground. They hopped in the car and sped off, leaving them behind in the dust.
The slim man got up, put one hand over the busted rib and trudged to her scorched body. He extracted his coat and shielded her body, then watched the flames die out. He reached for her purse, retrieved her cell and called for help.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“She has burns all over her body.”
“May I have your name please?”
“Todd.
“Todd, does she have a pulse?”
“I don’t know.”
22.
The doctor’s prognosis; Isabel wouldn’t survive during the night. She was severely burned and badly beaten.
The nurse rifled through Isabel’s purse in search of identification. She found Medina’s number and called her immediately.
“Isabel Kraygen?” Price asked, heart thumping.
“She’s in ICU, room 206.” The receptionist said.
Price scurried to the elevator, pushed the second floor button, and then flew past the hospital staff to the room where a seasoned Lieutenant was questioning Isabel. Half of her body was wrapped in gauze. Price listened outside.
“Tell me what happened?” The lieutenant asked.
“I just finished my set. I work at The Black Tiger.”
The middle–aged man scribbled on his notepad.
“You think I deserve this don’t you?” Isabel asked, cold stare.
“What happened next?” The lieutenant changed the subject.
“I was in the parking lot and three guys cornered me. They beat me up and forced themselves on me.” Isabel said.
“Have you seen them before?” The lieutenant asked.
“No.” Isabel said.
“Would you recognize em if you saw them again?” The lieutenant asked.
“Their faces are burned into my skull.” Isabel replied.
“That’s all for now.” The lieutenant said.
“That’s it?” Isabel inquired.
“We got the DNA samples from the rape kit to analyze. Oh and one of the guys saved your life. We have him in custody. These creeps rarely have a conscience. Call me if you need anything else.” He said, turning the knob.
“What happens to him?” Isabel asked.
“If he cooperates and turns the rest of them in, he’ll get a reduced sentence…I’ll be seeing ya.” Sticking a cigarette in his mouth, he lit a match.
She was mesmerized by the flame. The middle-aged man lit up, blew out the fire from the match, and then made a quick exit.
Outside, Price hid around the corner.
“Lieutenant.” Price cried out.
The middle-aged man halted.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“My name is Medina Price. I’m her sister.”
“And?” The lieutenant asked.
“Her car was stolen. The person who did it might be involved.”
“Nonsense, it was a three-man job. They worked her over pretty good too.” The lieutenant took a long drag from the cigarette.
“I need you to put an ATL out on her car.” Medina said.
“It’s probably being sold for parts by now.” The lieutenant replied.
“What if it was your family?” Medina asked.
“I never met ‘em and you’re wasting my time.” The lieutenant finished his nicotine fix for the day, squished it with his shoe.
“But--“
“I’m sorry Price; it’s out of my hands.” The lieutenant interrupted.
The middle-aged man turned around, walked in the opposite direction. His pace escalating from slow to fast.
“How are you holding up?” Price asked.
“I’m still alive.” Isabel said.
“You didn’t deserve this.” Price replied.
“Maybe
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