Captive Justice: A Private Investigator Mystery Series (A Jake & Annie Lincoln Thriller Book 4) by Rayven T. Hill Page B
Authors: Rayven T. Hill
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valuable information that can’t be disclosed at this time.”
And again. “How can the public protect themselves from being a victim?”
“Please take precautions. Use common sense, be vigilant if in secluded places, lock your doors at night and don’t open your door to anyone you don’t know.”
Someone in the back row spoke up. “And if anyone is kidnapped and becomes a victim, should the police be notified?”
Hank frowned. “Use precautions and that won’t happen.” He straightened up. “There’ll be no more questions. Thank you.” He turned away and then spun back and added, “I would like to ask you to give Dr. Gould his privacy until he’s willing to speak to you.” Hank motioned toward the captain. “Any and all future contact with the press regarding this case will be handled by me or Captain Diego until further notice.”
Hank turned away again and he, King, and the captain headed up the steps to the precinct while the gathered crowd continued to shout questions—unanswerable questions that Hank wanted answers for.
Chapter 24
Thursday, September 1st, 3:15 PM
IT WAS A gorgeous summer afternoon, a bit warm to take a long jog, but Rosemary Coleman never went a day without a good afternoon run.
She’d finished up the invoicing, contacted a client or two, paid some bills online and her work was done for the day. She would let the answering machine take care of any stray afternoon calls.
Walter would be home not long after five o’clock, so after a jog and then a quick shower, she would still have plenty of time to prepare the special dinner she had planned.
She enjoyed the freedom of being able to work at home, taking care of clients and overseeing the day-to-day operations of the successful landscaping business she and her husband had built. She saw it as the best of both worlds—a rewarding and undemanding job and yet, the ability to take care of their home and her husband.
His recent infidelity was forgiven and forgotten, and to Rosemary, their five-year marriage was back on track. She planned to do everything she could to keep it that way.
She donned a t-shirt, jogging pants, and running shoes, and slipped out the side door of their sprawling bungalow, located out where the suburbs led into the adjoining countryside.
Her route took her down a narrow sidewalk, past the last couple of houses, then a quick cut across a large vacant lot to a pathway leading into an overgrown forest.
It wasn’t a large area; it covered maybe a few acres or so. Not enough to attract any wildlife other than squirrels and the continual chirping of happy birds nestled in the overhead greenery, but it was pleasant, away from the city and Rosemary loved it.
Leaves rustled beneath her feet as she ran. The air was refreshing and she breathed in the light pungent scent of decaying foliage mixed with the faint smell of pine sap.
She’d been through here almost every day and considered this path her own, and was surprised when she saw a figure cut in front of her less than twenty yards away. Even more surprising; the man was wearing a ski mask, his face completely covered, which was more than unusual at any time and especially on this warm summer day.
She stopped short, her breath caught in her throat and her instincts warned her of danger.
She wasn’t going to stick around and ask him what his plans were.
She spun around to head back the way she came but was halted in her path by a second man who stepped from behind a large maple, cutting her retreat.
She froze a moment, now fearful something was dreadfully wrong. Her assailant stepped closer and as he was about to seize her, she dropped to the ground, rolled and managed to scramble to her feet and stumble from the path into the thick forest.
With her arms in front of her face for protection, spidery branches scratched at her as she ran. A fallen tree barred her way, but a leap brought her over. She held her footing
And again. “How can the public protect themselves from being a victim?”
“Please take precautions. Use common sense, be vigilant if in secluded places, lock your doors at night and don’t open your door to anyone you don’t know.”
Someone in the back row spoke up. “And if anyone is kidnapped and becomes a victim, should the police be notified?”
Hank frowned. “Use precautions and that won’t happen.” He straightened up. “There’ll be no more questions. Thank you.” He turned away and then spun back and added, “I would like to ask you to give Dr. Gould his privacy until he’s willing to speak to you.” Hank motioned toward the captain. “Any and all future contact with the press regarding this case will be handled by me or Captain Diego until further notice.”
Hank turned away again and he, King, and the captain headed up the steps to the precinct while the gathered crowd continued to shout questions—unanswerable questions that Hank wanted answers for.
Chapter 24
Thursday, September 1st, 3:15 PM
IT WAS A gorgeous summer afternoon, a bit warm to take a long jog, but Rosemary Coleman never went a day without a good afternoon run.
She’d finished up the invoicing, contacted a client or two, paid some bills online and her work was done for the day. She would let the answering machine take care of any stray afternoon calls.
Walter would be home not long after five o’clock, so after a jog and then a quick shower, she would still have plenty of time to prepare the special dinner she had planned.
She enjoyed the freedom of being able to work at home, taking care of clients and overseeing the day-to-day operations of the successful landscaping business she and her husband had built. She saw it as the best of both worlds—a rewarding and undemanding job and yet, the ability to take care of their home and her husband.
His recent infidelity was forgiven and forgotten, and to Rosemary, their five-year marriage was back on track. She planned to do everything she could to keep it that way.
She donned a t-shirt, jogging pants, and running shoes, and slipped out the side door of their sprawling bungalow, located out where the suburbs led into the adjoining countryside.
Her route took her down a narrow sidewalk, past the last couple of houses, then a quick cut across a large vacant lot to a pathway leading into an overgrown forest.
It wasn’t a large area; it covered maybe a few acres or so. Not enough to attract any wildlife other than squirrels and the continual chirping of happy birds nestled in the overhead greenery, but it was pleasant, away from the city and Rosemary loved it.
Leaves rustled beneath her feet as she ran. The air was refreshing and she breathed in the light pungent scent of decaying foliage mixed with the faint smell of pine sap.
She’d been through here almost every day and considered this path her own, and was surprised when she saw a figure cut in front of her less than twenty yards away. Even more surprising; the man was wearing a ski mask, his face completely covered, which was more than unusual at any time and especially on this warm summer day.
She stopped short, her breath caught in her throat and her instincts warned her of danger.
She wasn’t going to stick around and ask him what his plans were.
She spun around to head back the way she came but was halted in her path by a second man who stepped from behind a large maple, cutting her retreat.
She froze a moment, now fearful something was dreadfully wrong. Her assailant stepped closer and as he was about to seize her, she dropped to the ground, rolled and managed to scramble to her feet and stumble from the path into the thick forest.
With her arms in front of her face for protection, spidery branches scratched at her as she ran. A fallen tree barred her way, but a leap brought her over. She held her footing
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