Fugitive Justice

Fugitive Justice by Rayven T. Hill

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appear to be related to a financial need.
    The phone records were next. He was especially interested in the last couple of weeks. A call had been made to Jake from Mrs. Overstone’s cell phone. He already knew that. Her phone was in evidence along with Jake’s cell and the burner phone. Other than the known calls, Hank couldn’t find anything that stood out.
    But to be thorough, everyone on the lists would need to be identified and contacted. It would be a time-consuming job, but it was one he’d put Detective King to work on. Rather than spending so much time lounging at the watercooler or half-asleep in the break room, his partner could do some mundane tasks for a change.
    Besides, Hank had other things to do. Things that didn’t require King’s particular style of police work.
    He glanced up as an officer approached his desk and handed him an evidence bag. “This is from Jameson,” the cop said. “They found the other bullet. Apparently, it was missed at first because it was lodged under the base of a window frame.”
    Hank took the bag and held it up. According to the written information, the bullet had been found embedded in the far wall of the living room that adjoined the kitchen.
    That fit the neighbor’s story of hearing two shots. The weapon’s capacity was ten rounds plus one in the chamber. The gun had contained eight remaining rounds when it was found. It appeared the killer had started with a fully loaded weapon before the bank robbery and, when all was said and done, had fired three.
    CSI had determined the trajectory of the bullet had been at an upward angle, most likely originating from a spot one to two feet above where the body had been found.
    That also fit Jake’s story. He’d claimed the gun had fired during his struggle to free it from Mrs. Overstone’s grasp. But it could also mean whoever had killed her had missed with the first shot, or perhaps with the second.
    Hank looked at the bullet, then at the folder of financial information, and wondered what it all proved.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 17
     
     
     
    Tuesday, 8:13 p.m.
     
    ANNIE WAS PLEASED TO have her car back for more than one reason. She hadn’t been able to take it for a spin yet, but more importantly, she’d been dreading the thought of asking to borrow her mother’s car. How could she tell her mother her brand-new vehicle was in the police impound lot? It was going to be hard enough to explain Jake’s absence.
    She went into the living room and sat on the couch and looked down at her son, who lay on the floor reading a comic book.
    “I have to go out for a while, Matty,” she said. “Your grandmother will watch you while I’m gone.” She glanced out the front window, wishing her mother would hurry it up.
    “Have fun,” Matty said without looking up. Then he turned his head and looked at his mother, a light frown on his face. “When’s dad coming home?”
    “Your father won’t be home tonight,” Annie said, struggling to come up with a story that was mostly true. “He’s on a very important job, and it might take him a while.”
    “Is he undercover?”
    “Something like that.”
    Matty’s frown deepened, then, finally satisfied with her answer, he went back to his comic book.
    So far, Hank had kept the information about Jake being a fugitive out of the news. Annie was thankful for that, but she also knew it wouldn’t be long before someone in the press got wind of the situation. News like that always leaked eventually, and when it did, Matty would be sure to hear about it.
    She could explain it away to her son, but her mother was a different story. Annie knew the woman would latch onto the news and use it to justify the negative view she already had of Jake. Annie was having second thoughts about calling her, but she’d had no choice.
    When her mother finally pulled into the driveway, Annie went outside to meet her. She waited on the front porch as her mother strode up the pathway, a tight smile on

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