Chapter 7
The phone rang late that night at Jake's and Linda's farm. Jake answered it and then high-tailed it down the hall to Woody's room. Shoving the phone in Woody's limp hand, Jake shook him awake and barked "It's the Boston PD. Says it's urgent."
Woody looked at the phone like it was ticking time bomb. Boston PD? What on earth? "Hello," he had said groggily into the phone.
It was Detective Eddie Winslow. "Evening Woody," greeted Winslow. "You ready to come back to work?"
"What the hell, Winslow?" Woody asked, sitting up in bed, his tired senses beginning to kick into gear.
"I asked you if you were ready to come back to work."
"How in the hell did you find me?"
"Let's just say I have my sources, a few numbers, and a great computer friend in Nigel Townsend. Now are you ready to come back to work?"
"I gave up law enforcement three years ago, if you don't remember."
"Yeah, I remember someone said something about you being on extended vacation. You need to get your butt back to Boston."
"Give me one good reason."
Eddie paused, then replied. "The Summer Rapist."
Woody had been snapped out his resentment of being called so early in the morning back to a job and a place he had no intention of returning to. Eddie filled him in on everything that had happened as Woody raced around to find paper to make notes on.
"Anyway, the chief wants you back for this one. You were the lead detective on this case and you knew this perv and his MO better than anyone. What do I tell him?"
"Tell him I'll be on the next plane out."
"Oh, and one more thing you should know Hoyt. Jordan's on this case, too. She's done all the autopsies."
Woody inhaled sharply. "OK," was the only reply Winslow got as Woody hung up.
"Whatsa matter?" asked a sleepy Jake from the doorway.
"You remember what you told me tonight about Boston?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm headed back."
The phone rang late that night at Jake's and Linda's farm. Jake answered it and then high-tailed it down the hall to Woody's room. Shoving the phone in Woody's limp hand, Jake shook him awake and barked "It's the Boston PD. Says it's urgent."
Woody looked at the phone like it was ticking time bomb. Boston PD? What on earth? "Hello," he had said groggily into the phone.
It was Detective Eddie Winslow. "Evening Woody," greeted Winslow. "You ready to come back to work?"
"What the hell, Winslow?" Woody asked, sitting up in bed, his tired senses beginning to kick into gear.
"I asked you if you were ready to come back to work."
"How in the hell did you find me?"
"Let's just say I have my sources, a few numbers, and a great computer friend in Nigel Townsend. Now are you ready to come back to work?"
"I gave up law enforcement three years ago, if you don't remember."
"Yeah, I remember someone said something about you being on extended vacation. You need to get your butt back to Boston."
"Give me one good reason."
Eddie paused, then replied. "The Summer Rapist."
Woody had been snapped out his resentment of being called so early in the morning back to a job and a place he had no intention of returning to. Eddie filled him in on everything that had happened as Woody raced around to find paper to make notes on.
"Anyway, the chief wants you back for this one. You were the lead detective on this case and you knew this perv and his MO better than anyone. What do I tell him?"
"Tell him I'll be on the next plane out."
"Oh, and one more thing you should know Hoyt. Jordan's on this case, too. She's done all the autopsies."
Woody inhaled sharply. "OK," was the only reply Winslow got as Woody hung up.
"Whatsa matter?" asked a sleepy Jake from the doorway.
"You remember what you told me tonight about Boston?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm headed back."