The Joy of Revenge Novel Chapter 125

The Joy of Revenge
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Jack
It was past four in the morning and I was still at the station.
A lot has happened… Theodore was dead, Nicole was in the hospital and now, Cris was
mise
I prayed next week would fly by smoothly, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. With all the festivities coming our way, it spelled disaster.
I was seated at my desk, rubbing my eyes from all the paperwork I had to finish. The Sheriff and several of our trusted men were at the Ol’ Barn near Prairie Hill setting it up for the
meet tomorrow.
F uck! I almost forgot about that.
I was grabbing a cup of coffee and a stale donut when Lisa arrived. She looked distraught and clearly upset. Poor Lisa… I decided to make her a cup of coffee too, hoping the bitter
brew would help calm her nerves..
I gestured for her to grab a seat at my desk and wait for me. She nodded and sat down quietly, fidgeting with her phone.
A couple of weeks ago, Cris was all about the election, but in a blink of an eye, he changed. The others believed it was all Pete’s doing, but no, it was Cris. He was so into BDSM. Pete…. he was just a follower.
For a man, nothing beats the feeling of an intense org asm and judging from the strained. relationship between Cris and Lisa, I automatically assumed he wasn’t getting it at home.
He couldn’t rough up his wife without people noticing. He had to get that gratifying feeling
elsewhere.
And with Pete by his side, that meant he had unlimited access to most of the women who walked the face of the earth.
I’ve told the Sheriff repeatedly to keep a leash on Pete, but he said that was Cynthia and Theodore’s department. Now that they were both gone, Pete didn’t have anyone stopping him… and that meant more for Cris.
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I was walking towards my desk when a loud so b broke the silence of the station. Norma Martin walked out from the waiting area near the holding cells and headed to the restroom.
“Hey Lisa,” I said, placing the disposable cup of coffee in front of her. “Here, have some coffee. I’d offer you a donut, but this was from yesterday.”
“That’s fine, Jack. Thank you,” she said with a small smile and placed her shaking hands. around the cup. “What’s wrong with Norma?”
“Ford was arrested for the murder of Theodore Cohen, I told her. “There’s substantial evidence pointing to him as the primary suspect. Her eyes widened in shock.
“B-but the Martins and the Cohens are close family friends, Jack. What reason could Ford possibly have for him to kill Theodore?” Lisa asked quietly. “That’s practically suicide.”
“He may not have a reason to kill Theodore, but Pete does. No doubt the Martins and the Cohens are tight, but the Martins have an even closer association with the McDowells. Cynthia bailed them out when they were on the verge of bankruptcy,” I replied.
“Yeah, I remember that,” Lisa said, nodding her head. Her family was well off too and of
ant course knew the other rich folks of New Salem Norma asked my father to give h extension on her loan, but her request was denied. Right before the bank could release a foreclosure on their properties, she visited my father and dumped a bag full of cash on his desk. To this day, my father wondered where the Martins got all that money. Apparently, they got it from the McDowells. She sipped her coffee and grimaced. Oops. I pushed the packets of creamer and sugar in front of her.
“Liam is sueing the hospital for criminal negligence, but the hospital CEO is going to fight it.” I glanced down at a sheet of paper on my desk and read the print. “The hospital stresses the evidence obtained shows Ford Martin was coerced to kill Theodore Cohen by someone
outside the hospital. Thus, this aggravating circumstance does not, in any way, reflect on his record as a nurse nor does it reflect on the health care the hospital provides. This was written by their medical-legal,” I said, noticing Norma had come out of the restroom. I coughed to change the subject. “Have you heard Nicole is in the hospital?” Lisa shook her
head
“No. What happened to her?” She asked.
“She was in a car accident at the intersection between Main and Prairie. She’s stable, but she doesn’t look too good.”
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“No. She flew out through the windshield of her car. She was fortunate that there were people at the scene willing to help,” I replied, wanting to change the subject. The driver was still on the run and I felt guilty about that. “So, you’re here to file a missing person’s report. I opened a drawer of my desk and took out a form. “Usually you have to wait twenty-four
you file hours before filing a report, but I haven’t seen Cris for days. No one has. So, I’ll the report now. To aid in our investigation, you also have to tell me everything and anything you can think of that’s happened the past couple of days.” Lisa let go of her cup of coffee and began to fill up the form.
“Before I say anything, can you promise me you won’t say anything to Liam?” She asked, her voice fully of worry. I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought.
“I’m going to be honest, Lisa. I won’t say anything to Liam unless anything you say to me has a direct effect on him. If it doesn’t, my lips are sealed,” I told her. “If it does, I’ll have to
tell him.”
way. “You’re a good man, Jack,” she said.” Actually, whatever I know won’t affect Liam in any Well, Cris left New Salem the other night and headed to Huff Hills. I know this because Liam
in had me place GPS trackers in his shoes. I don’t know what he did there. When I woke up the morning, he was back in bed, sleeping. I, then, left for work and was out the whole day. I even went to the vigil.”
“Yes, I saw you there,” I said, confirming.
“By the time I got home, his car was gone. I tried locating him through GPS, but his trac didn’t ping
a location, nor did his car. So, I went to Huff Hills. When I got there, there we police, medical services and fire trucks barricading the entrance at the foot of the hills. According to the police officer I spoke to, two rival groups were seen shooting at each othe I decided to park my car and join the crowd of bystanders to get information. That’s where heard someone mention the police believe Huff Hills mansion was being used as a hideout by a group
of drug dealers
“Then, what did you do?”
“1, uhm, followed the Medical Examiner vans to the morgue. He wasn’t in any of the body
bags.”
“How many dead?” I asked.
“According to the medical examiner, seventeen. Ten at the mansion, seven along the road. leading to Huff Hills mansion,” she answered. “After the morgue, I drove back here.”
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“Lisa, maybe
fears.
Cris will come home like he did the other night,” I said, hoping to allay her
“I haven’t gone home to check if he’s there, but jack, I couldn’t locate him with the tracker I put inside his shoes. He doesn’t even know I’m tracking him,” she said.
“There is a possibility that he blocked the signal himself so no one could track him,” I muttered under my breath. She shook her head at the possibility.
“You don’t know Cris like I do. He isn’t into these… gadgets. He can’t even figure out half of the functions on his phone. Sure, he knows how to use a computer, but that’s it,” she reasoned, leaning back on her chair, frustrated. “You have got to listen to me… Cris wouldn’t know how to jam a signal from a tracker, Jack!
“But Pete would,” I replied, surprised at her outburst. “He would know what a jamming device is, where to get one and how to use it. Have you tried calling Cris at least?” She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. “Well, have you?”
“N-No, I-I was so preoccupied in trying to find him that I didn’t even think of calling him,” she said, picking up her phone.
“I’ll call him,” I said, stopping her. Cris may not want to take her call, but he would need to take mine. I took my phone out of my pocket, placed it on speaker phone and dialed. It went straight to voicemail.
“See Jack,” Lisa said. “Even when he’s busy gallivanting with Pete, it rings before going to voicemail. Something has happened to him… I can sense it. Especially after I got that phone call from this unknown number telling me I’ll never find him.”
I paused, taken aback by that piece of information. “You got a call from an unknown number? Was it a woman or a man who called you?”
“A man. His voice was familiar. It sounded a bit like Pete,” she explained, clicking on her phone. “Anyway, he said he spoke to Alejandro De Vega and De Vega swears whatever is happening in New Salem isn’t because of him. Here, this is the number he used to call me.” She slid her phone over so I could take a look.
I wrote the number down, making a m ental note to call this number and triangulate its
location.
De Vega… Liam mentioned Cris and Pete abducted and raped a girl who happened to be the
niece of De Vega, the underboss of the ENCs solving the puzzle of Cynthia McDowell’s
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death. But if De Vega swears it wasn’t him, then who wanted Cynthia dead?
“Anything else this mystery caller tell you?” I asked.
“Yes, and this is where it gets really weird,” Lisa said. “He said Joy Taylor made a contract with Ortiz for a sanctioned hit.”
I froze.
A nightmare has become a reality.