Page 32 of The Stolen Dagger
I guessed Henry was a middleman. Someone who got things for the gang like drugs, weapons, and, more importantly, information. He most likely sold his services to any gang willing to deal.
So, what? Henry had obtained an, apparently, “priceless” dagger and made a deal with the Phantoms? With Adrian?
But then Henry’s deal went south. Did Henry change his terms? Did Adrian simply lose his temper?
Whatever the case, Adrian killed Henry and took the dagger for himself.
And now he was after Katherine for the same thing, but why was he so sure she had it?
Footsteps approached my desk, but I kept my gaze on the computer screen.
“How’s the Williams’s case going, son?” Captain Rodgers stood over me with a thick folder in his hands. His grayed hair was short and matched his handlebar mustache.
He wore a crisp white button-up shirt that was tucked into dark blue pants. His badge sat proudly on his barrel chest. The wrinkles on his forehead emphasized his cold, passive expression.
I straightened in my desk chair. “All wrapped up, sir. Just have to finish the paperwork.”
Captain Rodgers nodded stoically as ever and walked back to his office.
I sighed and turned back to my computer and Adrian’s file. I was getting closer to understanding the truth, but some things still weren’t adding up. I needed to know more.
And my only viable witness was Katherine, who was unwilling or unable to share the details of that night.
I picked up my phone and went to Katherine’s contact. I had sent her a few texts throughout the morning but hadn’t gotten a response. I was worried.
Me:
If you need anything, call me.
You would let me know if something was wrong, right?
I just want to make sure you’re okay.
All of my texts had gone unanswered.
She must be busy.
Her chances of being approached, even attacked, during the day in a public place were low, but there was always that possibility.
In my line of work, it was like second nature to think of every possible outcome. It kept you aware.
More often than not, it kept you alive.
Me:
You’re probably in class, but just checking in.
Everything all right?
Katherine:
Yes.
Thanks.
For checking in.
Me:
