Chapter 5
The next day, Margo took the day off work because of the stress of the night before. She was pouring herself some coffee when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Jack standing in front of her looking proud of himself. "Hey," Jack said as he walked in, "You in the mood for some good news?" "After the night I had, definitely," Margo said. "What's up?" "We had the uniforms question your neighbors to see if they remembered anything about the car or the man that raped Marianne Winters. One of your neighbors was actually passing by and took down the license plate number." "You're kidding!" Margo said as she took the paper Jack had and started to read it. " I mean, did the guy want to get caught or something," Margo said, still amazed that they were able to get a license plate number. Margo looked over the sheet that Jack handed her. The car was registered to a Zachary Wyman that lived at 245 Elm Street in Milltown. "So, you up for taking a drive?" Jack asked.
A few minutes later, they were at the house of the man the car was registered to. When they walked up to the front door, Margo put her hand on her gun just in case as Jack knocked on the door. "Police!" Jack said. When a man opened the door, Margo took over. "Zachary Wyman?" She asked. "That's right," the man said. Margo introduced herself and Jack and told him they had some questions for him concerning a rape case.
"We have reason to believe that your vehicle was the getaway car in a rape that happened last night. Would you know anything about that?" Margo asked him. Zach was confused, "Hold on," he said, "you two are here because you think I'm a rapist?" Margo doubted that, it was too easy and he didn't fit the description. "I'm not saying anything like that," Margo quickly explained herself, "but we would like to know how a car registered to you ended up involved in this crime," she continued and by this time, she and Jack both could tell this man knew something.
Jack stepped in, "Mr. Wyman, if you know something, it would be best for all involved if you tell us. We need to put this case to rest." Zach thought about it and reluctantly agreed to tell them what he knew. "Alright, a friend of mine, we've worked together for several months now. He's a real ladies man, if you know what I mean. He spends his Friday nights in bars taking home different a different woman each time. Anyway, he's who had my car this weekend. He said his was in the shop. He's not a rapist, though," Zach explained.
Margo interrupted and said, "Mr. Wyman, rapists don't wear signs. Its very likely that this man has a whole other side of him that he doesn't show anyone. If he really had your car that night, I'm afraid that makes him a prime suspect in this case," Margo had sympathy for this man who was turning in his friend, but she was going to do everything possible to make sure this rapist was put in jail. "I'm sorry, but we will need any information you can give us about him."
Margo and Jack walked out the door as Margo looked over the information Zach Wyman had given them. "David Jones. About 6 ft tall. Forty years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. This has to be our guy, Jack.." "Great, so now we find out where he lives and go pick him up." Jack said. "No, Jack, we need something more concrete than that," Margo said, "You know rape cases get thrown out all the time because of lack of evidence. We need something big." Jack knew that meant that his partner already had a plan and asked, "So, what are you suggesting?" Margo was not sure how Jack would take this but said it anyway, "We catch him in the act."
Across town, Tom was at the DA's office and was about to walk out the door when his cell phone rang. "Tom Hughes," he answered. "I've been watching you, Tom," said a controlled voice on the other end of the line. Tom was confused and not in a very good mood. "Who is this?" he demanded. The caller ignored the question and said, "You killed someone close to me and you're going to pay." The voice said, and before Tom could think to say anything else, the caller hung up. Tom hung up the phone and stood there stunned.
The next day, Margo took the day off work because of the stress of the night before. She was pouring herself some coffee when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Jack standing in front of her looking proud of himself. "Hey," Jack said as he walked in, "You in the mood for some good news?" "After the night I had, definitely," Margo said. "What's up?" "We had the uniforms question your neighbors to see if they remembered anything about the car or the man that raped Marianne Winters. One of your neighbors was actually passing by and took down the license plate number." "You're kidding!" Margo said as she took the paper Jack had and started to read it. " I mean, did the guy want to get caught or something," Margo said, still amazed that they were able to get a license plate number. Margo looked over the sheet that Jack handed her. The car was registered to a Zachary Wyman that lived at 245 Elm Street in Milltown. "So, you up for taking a drive?" Jack asked.
A few minutes later, they were at the house of the man the car was registered to. When they walked up to the front door, Margo put her hand on her gun just in case as Jack knocked on the door. "Police!" Jack said. When a man opened the door, Margo took over. "Zachary Wyman?" She asked. "That's right," the man said. Margo introduced herself and Jack and told him they had some questions for him concerning a rape case.
"We have reason to believe that your vehicle was the getaway car in a rape that happened last night. Would you know anything about that?" Margo asked him. Zach was confused, "Hold on," he said, "you two are here because you think I'm a rapist?" Margo doubted that, it was too easy and he didn't fit the description. "I'm not saying anything like that," Margo quickly explained herself, "but we would like to know how a car registered to you ended up involved in this crime," she continued and by this time, she and Jack both could tell this man knew something.
Jack stepped in, "Mr. Wyman, if you know something, it would be best for all involved if you tell us. We need to put this case to rest." Zach thought about it and reluctantly agreed to tell them what he knew. "Alright, a friend of mine, we've worked together for several months now. He's a real ladies man, if you know what I mean. He spends his Friday nights in bars taking home different a different woman each time. Anyway, he's who had my car this weekend. He said his was in the shop. He's not a rapist, though," Zach explained.
Margo interrupted and said, "Mr. Wyman, rapists don't wear signs. Its very likely that this man has a whole other side of him that he doesn't show anyone. If he really had your car that night, I'm afraid that makes him a prime suspect in this case," Margo had sympathy for this man who was turning in his friend, but she was going to do everything possible to make sure this rapist was put in jail. "I'm sorry, but we will need any information you can give us about him."
Margo and Jack walked out the door as Margo looked over the information Zach Wyman had given them. "David Jones. About 6 ft tall. Forty years old. Brown hair, brown eyes. This has to be our guy, Jack.." "Great, so now we find out where he lives and go pick him up." Jack said. "No, Jack, we need something more concrete than that," Margo said, "You know rape cases get thrown out all the time because of lack of evidence. We need something big." Jack knew that meant that his partner already had a plan and asked, "So, what are you suggesting?" Margo was not sure how Jack would take this but said it anyway, "We catch him in the act."
Across town, Tom was at the DA's office and was about to walk out the door when his cell phone rang. "Tom Hughes," he answered. "I've been watching you, Tom," said a controlled voice on the other end of the line. Tom was confused and not in a very good mood. "Who is this?" he demanded. The caller ignored the question and said, "You killed someone close to me and you're going to pay." The voice said, and before Tom could think to say anything else, the caller hung up. Tom hung up the phone and stood there stunned.
