"Hey! Mick! Over here!"
She turned toward the voice and saw Detective Barnes waving her over.
As she approached her partner, she picked up on the distinct smell of decaying flesh.
More specifically, decaying human flesh.
"What're we looking at?" she asked, squatting down beside the body.
"Single GSW to the forehead."
"Just like the Rhodes case."
Barnes rolled his eyes. "Sure, Mick. Just like it. And just like a thousand other cases."
She ignored the jab and stood up. "Who found him?"
"Jogger. Already took her statement."
"We got an ID?"
Barnes laughed. "What do you think I am? A magician? I can't just pull names out of thin air, Mick."
"No, but you could pull one out of his wallet."
"Ah, but that's the thing. No wallet."
Her heart sunk. If the man's wallet was gone, that meant the murder could have been a mugging gone wrong. And a mugging gone wrong was a totally different MO from the simple forehead GSW favored by Bennett Rhodes.
God, she wanted to catch Bennett Rhodes.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure. ME and I both checked his pockets."
"Alright."
Barnes sighed and adjusted his hat over his balding head. "Look, Mick, I know you want to nail the guy. And maybe you will. But this doesn't look like his work."
"You're right."
The ME came huffing back up the hill with a gurney, and Mick stood back to let him through.
"Doc, do you think you could—"
"Prints are already running through the national database," Doctor Kline said with a tight smile. "I'll call you when I have something."
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Mystery / Thriller***Sequel to HUSH*** Three years after murdering his wife and two children, Bennett Rhodes is still on the loose. The case goes cold, with no sightings and no new murders. However, Detective Mick Lancaster knows that Rhodes is still out there, bidin...
