Saturday, August 12, 2006
New Beginning 67
"Why haven't you caught my son's kidnappers yet?"
"We're doing all we can, Ms. Rose, but—"
Sandi slammed her purse down on Detective Wakeland's desk. He jumped. The little act of defiance made her feel better but it didn't get her what she wanted, the kidnappers heads on a platter. "Bullshit. It's been seven months and you haven't come up with anything new, have you? If you'd let me help with the investigation like I wanted, this'd be over by now."
"Aren't you forgetting the little matter of a court order forbidding you to interfere?"
Easy for him to say. He didn't have to suffer through his son's nightmares every night. "Who said anything about interfering? I want to help."
Wakeland had the gall to chuckle. She wanted to punch him in the face. "I don't think getting caught breaking into the houseboat owner's home qualifies as helping."
“What about that roll of duct tape I found?”
“Common on a houseboat. You can fix anything with it.”
“What about the rope I found that exactly matched the fibers found in my son’s wrist?”
“Every houseboat on the lake uses that kind of rope.”
“What about the photographs of the houseboat owner posing with my bound son and holding a knife to his throat?”
“He could’ve come by those honestly.”
Sandi stomped around the little office. It was hard to keep still when your son was safe at home and practically everyone else has put the kidnapping behind them, including the cops.
Wait - her son was safe at home? Then why was she so wrapped around the axle over this? The rage drained from her like oil from a cracked block. Had she forgotten her medication again?
Continuation: Kate Thornton/jtc