Page 135 of In Cold Blood
“No, I figure I should kill two birds with one stone,” he said. “Text me when you have the information.” He made a beeline for the exit.
Callie followed in his shadow. “Noah. Hey. Hold up. Where are you going?”
“To see someone.”
“Should I come?”
He kept walking backward while talking to her. “No. But I need you to get a search warrant approved for the High Peaks Pub and Brewery.”
She threw her hands up. “On what probable cause? I’m not sure they’ll swing it.”
“Manufacturing and distributing narcotics. I’ll send you a copy of the videos to show the judge.”
36
The Adirondack Medical Center was a hive of activity. Noah had his reservations about seeing Owen Parish again, as the last thing he wanted to do was upset him while he was recovering, but the visit was vital. After hearing from Savannah that he was out of the coma, he was all too eager to talk to him. Noah was pleased to find Owen propped up in bed.
He gave a short knock and entered.
A flat-screen TV was playing the news in the corner of the room.
“You look like shit.”
Owen glanced over and then shut off the TV. He stared at him from behind a badly swollen face. “Did you come to gloat?”
“Despite our history, you’re still one of us. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.”
“That’s interesting as here I was thinking you had arranged it.”
Noah tried to read his expression, but it remained the same.
Owen scoffed and then groaned. “I’m yanking your chain, Sutherland.”
Noah closed the door and pulled up a chair. He leaned forward, hands clasped together. “Anyone informed you yet?”
“That you took over? Yes. Savannah.”
“No. About Cyrus Keller and Dax Jameson?”
“You’re the first person from the office I’ve seen since I awoke.”
“Both are dead.”
Parish looked back at him. “How?”
He brought him up to speed on the two deaths. Parish nodded; a thoughtful look emerging behind the damage. “Suicide? Of course, you don’t believe that, do you?”
“Not for one minute but I know why it was done.”
“Careful, Sutherland. You’ve jumped the gun before.”
“I have but not this time. I found the woman who called dispatch. Parish, the scene had been altered by the time they took photos. I also collected the original footage from the video canvassing. The one that showed the white F-150. It was doctored.” He took out the SD card and showed him what he had so far on a laptop he’d brought in.
Owen’s brow furrowed, and he coughed hard again. “Of course,” he said, nodding.
“What were you going to show me the night you called? I went through your files but there was nothing I could find that would have helped.”
“That’s because I never included it.” He stared back at him. “Who else have you shown this recording to?” he asked, handing back his phone.
