Page 39 of Red Snow
“It’s no problem,” Dick says. “You two have a nice day, and I hope you catch whoever did this. She was a dirty old lady, but she didn’t deserve to be killed. So, I’m pulling for you guys.”
“We appreciate that.”
We walk out of the house and back to the cruiser.
“Well, that was interesting,” I say to Marcus.
“Yeah. I guess it’s on to the next one. What’s the second guy’s name again?”
“Umm, Jeffrey something.”
“Right. You didn’t write it down or ask Tom to look into him?”
“Fuck, I forgot. Right when I was about to send him the name, he texted me back with this guy’s address. I guess I got sidetracked.”
“Damn it. Now we’ve got to go back and talk to Gabriel just to get the name again.”
“My bad, man,” I start to say, but Marcus’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. He takes it out and puts it on speaker when he sees the call is from Danielle.
“What’s up Sarge?” Marcus greets.
“Where are you?” Danielle replies, and I hear the distress in her voice.
“Just finished questioning the first guy from the bar that night. What’s going on?”
“I need you to get to Alaskan Bush Company.”
“Are we going to start getting paid to look at tits and ass, Sergeant Howell?” I chime in, laughing at myself. But my laughter is quickly snuffed out.
“No, asshole,” Danielle says in her usual mood swing style. “You’re going to go there and start investigating another homicide.”
“Another homicide? I think we’ve got our hands full with this one, Sarge,” Marcus pleads.
“Well, it looks like whoever killed Brenda Cox, also killed a stripper from ABC last night. She’s set up in the same style as Brenda.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding?” Marcus exclaims, putting the car in gear and driving away from Richard Perry’s house.
“I’m afraid not,” Danielle says. “It’s another severed head. Same MO. Get here quick, this thing is already a media frenzy. A journalist jumped the tape and caught a glimpse of the victim. The shit has officially hit the fan. They’ve even already given the killer a fucking nickname. It’s ridiculous.”
“Well this turned up fast. What are they calling the killer?” I ask.
“Based on the setup of the bodies,” Danielle says, whispering into the phone. “They’re calling him the Snowman Killer.”
