"So we know for sure that Ada had some connection the Santorini clan. Business? I'm not so sure. Affair? Now that is where I choose to lay my compass."
Detective Drummond eyed Lily from where she sat as she demonstrated over the scheming files on her table. The girl was smart she had to give it to her.
"...says that she was the lover to Santorini. So who is bold enough to kill someone associated with a Santorini? Theory two, she messed with the wrong person."
"She was already in bad company to begin with." Jesse Gareth began, "I think our killer didn't know the associates of Ada until after killing her."
Then it clicked!
"Until the funeral." She muttered more to herself than the others as though she couldn't believe she hadn't been able to place the connection a long time ago.
"What?" Jesse said as he and Lily whipped their heads to her.
"Until the funeral." She muttered again. "Lily get me the photographs quick."
Lily snapped into action and rushed to her desk and grabbed the folder that contained the photos.
"Get the ones from the funeral."
Lily sorted through them before taking some out.
Detective Drummond snatched them from her distractedly and began spreading them on their work table.
Lily blinked in surprise before averting her gaze to Gareth who gave her an apologetic smile.
A working Drummond was rude and so was a caffeine deprived Drummond.
"Brielle Schield and Michael Santorini on the day of the funeral, the paleness on her face after he left." She looked up at her partners, "she knows something we don't."
"Then we should call her in." Gareth suggested.
"No. Brielle Schield may act like malibu barbie most of the time, but she is two steps ahead of you."
"Then what do we do now?" Jesse sighed.
"We wait." She said and looked up at them, "make your own discoveries, but we have to wait. Someone is bound to fuck up soon enough. All we have to do is be alert and patient."
****
"What do you think?" Adeline asked Gareth.
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the paper she had given him, "I'll look into it."
"Yeah, do that," she replied as she reached for her jacket that hung on the rack she had brought herself into the office.
Together the walked out and down the stairs to the first floor. As they approached the first floor, she heard the uproar, now not the type that makes you panic, just the rowdy kind.
The John Cassidy kind of rowdy.
She heard his voice before she saw him.
"........and then the guy grabs me from behind, cages my elbows and slams my head on the hood of the-Oh yeah, you guys call it bonnet, right. So, he slams my head on the bonnet and I swear to God the first thing on my head was, damn what am I gonna say to my wife now?"
The officers around howled with laughter.
She could literally see Jesse stiffen beside her.
"What the fuck is John fucking Cassidy doing here?"
When she had seen Brianna two weeks ago and John hadn't shown up immediately after that, she should have known it was too good to be true. The Cassidy code always ran through and through no matter what.
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After Death
Mystery / ThrillerSteve Reynolds is your regular well built, doting husband with no evil wish against anyone. On a lovely, unexpectedly pleasant morning he is called to identify the bodies of his three months pregnant wife and best friend after the car "supposedly" l...
