Part 10: Finding
"Hey, Joe, I got another file for that whack job of yours." Placing down on Joe's deck, who was looking through many others.
Two weeks of working hours were slowly taking a toll on him.
"Um . . . "
"If you ask for me to take a break, I'm going to say no." Saying with tiredness and brought the new file closer to him.
"Well, no . . . Joe, that new file there, the victim is in the hospital and under the knife as we speak."
"A fresh lead?"
"Yes. And they're sending DNA samples for transgenic. End of the month at the latest for results."
Joe open the file, his body stiffens, brows rise for the eyes to widen what was in the file.
"Joe?"
"I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"You know Brick Lureson?"
"Yeah, the eldest son of the mother that died in that rain storm crash of '84. What about him?"
"I need you to bring Brick, just him, here. I need to have a word with him."
"For what?"
"Of this . . . disturbing find of ours."
"When?"
"The sooner you get out of my office and in your car, to head to his place. And then rush straight back here." Glancing up to his buddy. "So about an hour ago!"
And his friend bolted out.
"Brick, I hope you're the kind of guy who is like the calm type." Looking down at the file once more.
