was leaving.
âIâm a policeman,â he said. âWhereâs her family? Why isnât someone here?â
âJenny and Charlie are her only family now. Neither she nor her husband had siblings. Her husbandâs parents are in a nursing home and her own parents died several years ago.â
âNeighbours? Someone?â
âI asked. She said she didnât live in the sort of neighbourhood that was conducive to making friends. Sounds like she didnât have the time or the money to go out. She was either waitressing in a coffee shop or looking after her children while her husband went to school.â
âThere has to be somebody!â
âApparently not. Iâll watch her. She wonât be going anywhere as long as her son is in OR.â
âAnd if he doesnât make it?â
The counsellor bit her bottom lip and didnât reply.
Jack reached for his wallet and said, âIf that happens, please call me. Iâll help.â He gave her his business card and included all his numbers.
Jack was just leaving the hospital when he met Connie Crane coming in.
âWhat are you doing here?â she demanded.
Jack looked at her and said, âThat sounds familiar. Think youâve asked me that before.â
âI did on another investigation, and you didnât mind your own business then, either.â
âI just wanted to see her. See what she looked like.â âDid you?â
Jack nodded.
âNo tattoos,â said Connie. âNo weathered face. If her makeup wasnât smeared all over she would look like what I think she is.â
âHowâs that?â
âInnocent!â
Jack sighed. âThatâs my read too.â
âSo Iâm just having a hard time believing your crap that itâs all a coincidence. I want names. Who do you suspect?â
âThatâs just it, I donât suspect anyone.â
âYou take down a bunch of Satans Wrath labs today and think itâs all a coincidence?â
âThey know me. They also know Natasha and they know we donât have any children. Itâs not them. I have a good source. If it turns out to be some low-level punks working the bottom end of the labs, Iâll find out.â
âThese guys were professional. Cold and calculating. They shot him in the heart first. Didnât care that he was holding his baby. Thatâs when his wife and daughter showed up. Then they stepped forward and shot him in the back of the head. After that, they just turned and walked away. These were no punks. These bastards have killed before.â
âIt still could be a coincidence. Completely unrelated to me.â
âCould be, but I want you to think about it. Tomorrow morning I want a list of possibilities. After that, keep your head low and butt out this time!â
âIf this isnât personal, that is exactly what I intend to do.â
âAnd if it is?â
Jack turned on his heel and walked away.
chapter three
It was nine oâclock in the morning when Staff Sergeant Luigi âLouieâ Grazia strode across the carpeted floor in Assistant Commissioner Isaacâs office and then stopped in front of his desk, waiting for him to look up.
For management purposes, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was broken down into four regions Canada-wide: Atlantic, Central, North West, and Pacific. Assistant Commissioner Isaac was the criminal operations officer who oversaw all the operational investigations in the Pacific Region.
Louie knew that Isaac deserved the respect that went with his position. He was a shrewd and tireless worker. He could quote policy and legal matters to the point that Louie wondered if it was true that he had a photographic memory. Isaac was also unbending when it came to policy â something that made Louie uncomfortable. His section tended to have many grey areaswhen it came to what was right or wrong.
Well, actually some