prob.”
Yeah, the doc is cool but a little too stiff for me. Always writing shit down in that folder of his and nodding or shaking his head. No way am I telling him I take four pills at a time. He’sliable to stop the study and cut me off. Then I’d be miserable with pain. Anyway, the meds can’t be bad for you. They stop the pain like nothing else I’ve ever had.
Five minutes later, I’ve got another ninety pills. That should last a while. I head back outside and find Aurora dozing off in the front seat.
“Wake up, gorgeous,” I say, tapping the driver window.
Aurora jumps up like she’s seen a ghost or something. I just laugh.
I walk around to the passenger side and climb in.
“That wasn’t funny, Tommy.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. So where to now?”
“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve got a great idea. There’s this place upstate where I used to go to camp after I stopped going down to Cape May. I know the area real well, and no one would ever think to look there in a million years.”
CHAPTER 18
Joe Sullivan was hooked up to monitors in the cardiac care unit of North Shore University Hospital on Community Drive in Manhasset. He was being treated for alcohol poisoning but showed signs of a minor heart attack. He was still in a coma. Officers Tanner and Sung had all but given up waiting to question him when Detectives Stone and Watts walked into the room.
“Gentlemen,” Stone said, “I understand that you found this man unconscious, in his garage, yesterday afternoon.”
“That would be correct, ma’am,” Tanner answered. “And who might you be?”
“I’m Detective Theresa Stone. This is my partner, Detective Jake Watts. We’re with the Third, over in Manhattan.”
“Good to meet you. We’re up from New Jersey, investigating a homicide.”
“So we’ve been told. Can you tell us what this man has to do with your investigation?”
Sung chimed in, “Detective, I’m not sure if you heard the news, but there was a brutal murder in our county a few days ago.”
“I wasn’t aware until I was informed about what happened at the Sullivan house,” Stone answered. “We were just there executing a search warrant the other day.”
“Well,” Tanner said, “we’ve uncovered some evidence that suggests that Thomas Sullivan—the son of the man in bed over there—may be involved. We came up to investigate and found the older Sullivan passed out in his garage.”
“What can you tell us about this murder?” Watts asked. “We’re actually investigating the disappearance of a young bartender last week. And our information has led us to Thomas Sullivan, as well.”
“You think this guy might be a serial killer?” Tanner asked.
“That’s what our evidence suggests,” Watts answered. “And now that we’ve learned about this other murder . . .”
Stone chimed in. “Can you share some details about your case?”
“Gruesome, to say the least,” Sung answered. “A female motel clerk was repeatedly stabbed inside a motel room. She was covered in blood with at least thirty knife wounds all over her body.”
“Sounds horrible,” Watts said. “And what evidence do you have that suggests that Thomas Sullivan was involved?”
“He was seen in the area. His car broke down, and he had to stay in town the night of the murder. The only motel in the vicinity of the repair shop was the one where the murder took place.”
Watts shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like much to go on.”
“We know, but it’s all we have for the moment. We were hoping to find something more at his house. Unfortunately, the old man slowed us down. . . .”
Tanner interrupted. “What can you tell us about your investigation, Detective?”
“Everything we have is preliminary. We’re holding back what we’ve found until we have some more proof. Suffice it to say, we believe we’re on the right track, but we need more than what we have to be
Yeah, the doc is cool but a little too stiff for me. Always writing shit down in that folder of his and nodding or shaking his head. No way am I telling him I take four pills at a time. He’sliable to stop the study and cut me off. Then I’d be miserable with pain. Anyway, the meds can’t be bad for you. They stop the pain like nothing else I’ve ever had.
Five minutes later, I’ve got another ninety pills. That should last a while. I head back outside and find Aurora dozing off in the front seat.
“Wake up, gorgeous,” I say, tapping the driver window.
Aurora jumps up like she’s seen a ghost or something. I just laugh.
I walk around to the passenger side and climb in.
“That wasn’t funny, Tommy.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. So where to now?”
“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve got a great idea. There’s this place upstate where I used to go to camp after I stopped going down to Cape May. I know the area real well, and no one would ever think to look there in a million years.”
CHAPTER 18
Joe Sullivan was hooked up to monitors in the cardiac care unit of North Shore University Hospital on Community Drive in Manhasset. He was being treated for alcohol poisoning but showed signs of a minor heart attack. He was still in a coma. Officers Tanner and Sung had all but given up waiting to question him when Detectives Stone and Watts walked into the room.
“Gentlemen,” Stone said, “I understand that you found this man unconscious, in his garage, yesterday afternoon.”
“That would be correct, ma’am,” Tanner answered. “And who might you be?”
“I’m Detective Theresa Stone. This is my partner, Detective Jake Watts. We’re with the Third, over in Manhattan.”
“Good to meet you. We’re up from New Jersey, investigating a homicide.”
“So we’ve been told. Can you tell us what this man has to do with your investigation?”
Sung chimed in, “Detective, I’m not sure if you heard the news, but there was a brutal murder in our county a few days ago.”
“I wasn’t aware until I was informed about what happened at the Sullivan house,” Stone answered. “We were just there executing a search warrant the other day.”
“Well,” Tanner said, “we’ve uncovered some evidence that suggests that Thomas Sullivan—the son of the man in bed over there—may be involved. We came up to investigate and found the older Sullivan passed out in his garage.”
“What can you tell us about this murder?” Watts asked. “We’re actually investigating the disappearance of a young bartender last week. And our information has led us to Thomas Sullivan, as well.”
“You think this guy might be a serial killer?” Tanner asked.
“That’s what our evidence suggests,” Watts answered. “And now that we’ve learned about this other murder . . .”
Stone chimed in. “Can you share some details about your case?”
“Gruesome, to say the least,” Sung answered. “A female motel clerk was repeatedly stabbed inside a motel room. She was covered in blood with at least thirty knife wounds all over her body.”
“Sounds horrible,” Watts said. “And what evidence do you have that suggests that Thomas Sullivan was involved?”
“He was seen in the area. His car broke down, and he had to stay in town the night of the murder. The only motel in the vicinity of the repair shop was the one where the murder took place.”
Watts shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like much to go on.”
“We know, but it’s all we have for the moment. We were hoping to find something more at his house. Unfortunately, the old man slowed us down. . . .”
Tanner interrupted. “What can you tell us about your investigation, Detective?”
“Everything we have is preliminary. We’re holding back what we’ve found until we have some more proof. Suffice it to say, we believe we’re on the right track, but we need more than what we have to be
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