Bob Moats - Jim Richards 01-03- 3 for Murder Box Set Read Online Free Page B
Author: Bob Moats
Tags: Mystery: Thriller - Senior Sleuth
about the suppressed info to the press.
“Wow, man. Must be hard to be in the thick of it,” he said, obviously impressed with my story. “I did read about your old girl friend in the paper today. Can’t believe he did it right when the cops were there. Guy’s got brass.”
“Yeah, well, I’m thinking this guy’s not done yet. He called Joyce the second classmate to die, like there will be more. I have to find out what Dee and Joyce had in common to make him put them on his list.”
“Where you gonna start?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I would like to be able to see the emails he sent to Dee, though.”
“You’d have to get to her computer to do that, huh?”
“Yeah, but I’m sure the police have her computer by now.”
While I was talking with Buck, I was getting my laptop online. I opened my mail program and scanned down the list. My eyes caught an address I recognized. It was from Dee. I felt that chill again and told Buck to hold on. I downloaded it, opened it up and read. I told Buck about it then read it to him.
“ James, I’m waiting for the police to come to my place. I just called them. You haven’t called so it’s OK if you don’t. I didn’t give you much warning. I got a threatening email, and I put off calling the police, so when Joyce said you worked for some detective company, I thought you might be able to help. After I sent you that last email I got another threat, and I decided to call the police. I’ve attached the emails so you can see what I was worried about. I know it’s been 42 years since I saw you last. I had hoped when we got into high school that you would contact me, but you didn’t so I figured you weren’t interested anymore. Life sucks, doesn’t it? Well, if you’d still like to call, or not, you have my number. Take care, Dee.”
“Damn internet, this email was delayed from the first email she sent me. Crap, and she was interested in me back then,” I lamented.
“Man, what a cruel blow. But she said she sent you the email threats?”
I was already opening the attachments. There were just two. I read them to Buck.
“Hello, Dee Wittenfield. You don’t know me but we are connected. I just wanted to send a friendly warning: You are honored to be the first classmate to die!”
And the second:
“Dee, I’ve been watching. Hiding in your room won’t stop me. Oh, and don’t call the police or you’ll die a painful death.”
“He was goading her to call the police,” I said, realizing when she didn’t call them after the first email he had to get her motivated. “He wanted to have the police there when he did it. Two blows, one to Dee and one to the cops.”
I opened up the email headers to see if they were the same and told Buck what I was doing.
“Yep, same headers as before. Came from whipit and sent out of the Pompo Deli. I think I need to take a trip there and check out the set-up,” I told Buck.
“Hey buddy, I’ll meet you there. It’s not far from me.” He sounded excited.
“Yeah, well, don’t go in till I’m there. See you shortly.” I hung up. I threw on some clothes and left a sticky note on my door in case mom needed me in the night. I quietly slipped out the back door. It was a bit after 8 P.M. and my taste buds were missing that first beer of the night, but I knew they could wait until I got back.
I drove out Groesbeck Hwy. toward Mt. Clemens to where the Pompo Deli was located just below the city limits, putting it in Clinton Twp., which was the jurisdiction of Sgt. Trapper. I had no idea how to reach him this late and I didn’t really want him around, to be honest about it. I pulled into the parking lot and spotted Buck’s SUV. Big man, big vehicle. He must have spotted me since he got out as I was pulling up.
Buck stood about one head taller than I did and I was five-ten, putting him well over six foot. I hoped he didn’t have his
“Wow, man. Must be hard to be in the thick of it,” he said, obviously impressed with my story. “I did read about your old girl friend in the paper today. Can’t believe he did it right when the cops were there. Guy’s got brass.”
“Yeah, well, I’m thinking this guy’s not done yet. He called Joyce the second classmate to die, like there will be more. I have to find out what Dee and Joyce had in common to make him put them on his list.”
“Where you gonna start?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I would like to be able to see the emails he sent to Dee, though.”
“You’d have to get to her computer to do that, huh?”
“Yeah, but I’m sure the police have her computer by now.”
While I was talking with Buck, I was getting my laptop online. I opened my mail program and scanned down the list. My eyes caught an address I recognized. It was from Dee. I felt that chill again and told Buck to hold on. I downloaded it, opened it up and read. I told Buck about it then read it to him.
“ James, I’m waiting for the police to come to my place. I just called them. You haven’t called so it’s OK if you don’t. I didn’t give you much warning. I got a threatening email, and I put off calling the police, so when Joyce said you worked for some detective company, I thought you might be able to help. After I sent you that last email I got another threat, and I decided to call the police. I’ve attached the emails so you can see what I was worried about. I know it’s been 42 years since I saw you last. I had hoped when we got into high school that you would contact me, but you didn’t so I figured you weren’t interested anymore. Life sucks, doesn’t it? Well, if you’d still like to call, or not, you have my number. Take care, Dee.”
“Damn internet, this email was delayed from the first email she sent me. Crap, and she was interested in me back then,” I lamented.
“Man, what a cruel blow. But she said she sent you the email threats?”
I was already opening the attachments. There were just two. I read them to Buck.
“Hello, Dee Wittenfield. You don’t know me but we are connected. I just wanted to send a friendly warning: You are honored to be the first classmate to die!”
And the second:
“Dee, I’ve been watching. Hiding in your room won’t stop me. Oh, and don’t call the police or you’ll die a painful death.”
“He was goading her to call the police,” I said, realizing when she didn’t call them after the first email he had to get her motivated. “He wanted to have the police there when he did it. Two blows, one to Dee and one to the cops.”
I opened up the email headers to see if they were the same and told Buck what I was doing.
“Yep, same headers as before. Came from whipit and sent out of the Pompo Deli. I think I need to take a trip there and check out the set-up,” I told Buck.
“Hey buddy, I’ll meet you there. It’s not far from me.” He sounded excited.
“Yeah, well, don’t go in till I’m there. See you shortly.” I hung up. I threw on some clothes and left a sticky note on my door in case mom needed me in the night. I quietly slipped out the back door. It was a bit after 8 P.M. and my taste buds were missing that first beer of the night, but I knew they could wait until I got back.
I drove out Groesbeck Hwy. toward Mt. Clemens to where the Pompo Deli was located just below the city limits, putting it in Clinton Twp., which was the jurisdiction of Sgt. Trapper. I had no idea how to reach him this late and I didn’t really want him around, to be honest about it. I pulled into the parking lot and spotted Buck’s SUV. Big man, big vehicle. He must have spotted me since he got out as I was pulling up.
Buck stood about one head taller than I did and I was five-ten, putting him well over six foot. I hoped he didn’t have his
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