Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Thirty-Two

The envelope was all Fraser thought about when he arrived home. He sat in the sitting room with his jacket on. It was still sitting on the table. Emily had sent a text to let Fraser know she was staying at Vivian's.

Fraser opened the envelope. It was a paper with two pictures of a Cooper and some information including owner's names, address, car registry, and plates. Fraser decided he'd do a little investigating.

He went to the kitchen, made himself a peanut butter sandwich to go along with rice pudding and prune juice.

After, he sat down again. He placed a finger on a grainy picture of a young man. The name underneath the picture spelled JAMES AVERY TAYLOR.

Fraser grabbed his phone and called a number. It was Officer Leary on the other end.

"You're busy?" Fraser asked.

"No, what's up?" Officer Leary asked.

"I need you to run a line on a James Taylor, Avery," Fraser said. "Have the information ready for me in an hour. I'll be at Gilligan's Pub. Meet me there with the info."

Click.

Fraser stood and placed his phone in his back pocket. He grabbed his jacket and went out the front door. After getting inside his car, Fraser placed the key in the ignition. His mind turned to the conversation with Sheila on the night she died.

He couldn't cope with what had been known about her in the weeks before her death after their separation. Sheila had been fucking Philip Coleman, Chief Clancy. And worst of all, his brother, Grant Savage. Fraser found out about it through Sarah Brandon, who was the youngest officer in the force. Some damning pictures of Grant and Sheila walking naked on a beach in southern Spain had been found in an empty locker at the precinct.

Of course, no one had known it was Fraser who had Officer Leary put the photographs there, as per Fraser's instructions. It was Leary who followed Sheila when she abruptly left town for Spain, where she boarded a plane with Grant in Boston.

As for the Chief, Fraser internally resented him. He had such high respect for the man, now all of that was in complete tatters.

Fraser arrived at Gilligan's Pub. There he found the bartender, serving a young couple some Martinis. He sat a table to his right.

A young woman came over and asked Fraser if he wanted anything. "Just a glass of water and a bottle of Jameson for my friend who's coming over," Fraser told her.

She came back with the glass of water and bottle of Jameson a minute later. Fraser sat and waited for the next forty minutes. Officer Leary went with an envelope.

"This is all I could find," he said as he slowly glided the envelope towards Fraser.

"What did you find?" Fraser asked.

"A guy name Shea Rollins, he's recently released, and he's been in involved in a smuggling operation going back several years. He runs a car shop and has two cars - one of them leased by a James Taylor, as you mentioned earlier. It gets more interesting, though."

"Go on," Fraser urged.

"Both Shea Rollins and James Taylor were cell mates while serving individual sentences in prison," Officer Leary said.

"So, we have a dirty car salesman?"

"The Cooper is in the care of James Taylor. There's nothing mentioned about family or relationships outside of the one he has with Shea."

"That will be all, young sir," Fraser said. "Where can I find this bastard?"

"His address is in the file," Officer Leary said. "He's involved with a woman named Rachel Carter. She was recently fired from a school academy where your niece attended. James and Rachel share an apartment. Rachel has a mother living here. Father and younger sibling are deceased."

"Alright," Fraser said. "One more thing: can you follow Rachel for the next couple of days?"

"Of course," Officer Leary said. "Anything I can do to help. What shall I do about the Chief?"

Fraser leaned back a bit. He went into thought as Officer Leary watched him.

"For starters, you can enjoy yourself the bottle of Jameson I provided for you," he said. "Also, you can notify me if anything changes with Clancy's situation. I want to put the screws on the bastard. I have a tape of Sheila and him screwing in our bedroom. This was after I had originally found about her and Philip, not to mention the miscarriage that followed suit."

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry," Officer Leary said.

"Don't worry about it," Fraser said. "It's water under the bridge. Well, except for Clancy, Taylor, and his girlfriend. My fucking brother still has a price to pay, but I guess his family's death would do for now."

"I'll keep an eye out on Rachel, give you word as soon as something happens," Officer Leary said as both men stood up.

They shook hands. Officer Leary left the bar. Fraser quickly dialed Chief Clancy's number.

It went to voicemail, so Fraser left the Chief a quick message. "I know who killed my wife. I have their names. If something doesn't happen soon, I promise I'll make things happen. I'll postpone any action if you agree to meet with me again in two night's time. Don't delay or else justice will be taken into my hand."

After, Fraser gestured to the female bartender. The young woman came over to Fraser's table, smiled and said, "Anything else, sir?"

"Yes, there is," Fraser said, flashing his badge at her."Your name and number, and what time you're available for tonight."