Boston Blood: The first Frank McKenzie Thriller Read Online Free

everybody while looking out at the skyline of the city…. his city.
    ‘How do you work that out Frank? Please tell me why my best detective is pulling at strings here?’ Asked Shaw
    ‘I know it was Chase sir, Because of the way he was walking. I saw him on the CCTV before the explosion.  One shoulder was lower than the other, the way someone would walk if they were carrying a heavy bag. He wasn’t carrying a heavy bag though, that’s the way he walks after the accident. That’s how I know it was him.’ explained Frank.
    ‘What accident?’
    ‘The one he sustained at work, a few months ago. His boss told me about it this morning when we were exchanging information about him. She was at the crime scene. She told me a lot about him, valuable personal stuff.’ Frank said
    ‘So why did you not write up a report on it McKenzie?’ Shaw asked
    ‘I was just about to sir, then the explosions started’ Frank stated.
    The conference room mumbled in doubt at what Frank was saying. Shaw looked at his fellow peers to try and influence his response. He then looked at Frank to see the one thing that room was lacking; Certainty.
    ‘Okay Frank, Get the women in to verify you’re story, in the mean time I want everybody here to run a risk assessment on whether this psycho will strike again. I want a profile on this ass hole as soon as possible; this guy is going down today!’ Shaw says.
    At the sound of Shaw’s orders the whole room disperses. Frank is amidst the crowd of officials walking out of the room. He is holding his phone to his ear listening to the dial tone. It stops ringing:
    ‘Hello?’ The voice says
    ‘Looks like were going on a date after all!’
     

Seven
    Frank is sitting down at the local diner downtown, waiting for his coffee to be served. He is looking across at the beautiful women that he met a few hours ago at the horrific crime scene they both attended. A waiter comes over with his coffee and sits it down gently on the table. He asked the lady sitting across from Frank if she wanted anything. She shakes her head. The waiter walks off. Frank notices that she has her name tag she was wearing at the crime scenes sitting on the table. He takes comfort in finally knowing her name.
    ‘So let me get this straight, he blew up the precinct?’ Tasha asks.
    Frank is too busy enjoying his coffee to repeat himself, plus Tasha’s low cut top is distracting him. Tasha notices where Frank’s vision is locked and buttons herself up.
    ‘Dam Frank, can you get your eyes off my breasts and back onto the matter at hand?’
    Frank smiles, he takes another sip of his coffee and sits back in his chair. He gives off a certain laid back feel as if he has everything under control.
    ‘Look Miss, I already told you what happened. He broke into the evidence lockup and planted some C4, before you know it, BOOM !’ says Frank, still exuding confidence.
    ‘I get that part, but why? Why would he blow up the police lockup? In fact why would he blow anything up?’ Asks Tasha
    ‘I don’t know, that’s why I’m here talking to you. You’re the one who knows him so well. You’re the only one left alive that knows him at all Tasha’
    Tasha sighs at the realisation that she will be spending even more time with Frank.
    ‘Cheer up, at least we got each other’ Says Frank playfully.
    ‘That’s what I’m worried about’
    ‘Oh come on! A bit harsh lady, I’m just trying to lighten things up around here. Things are getting pretty dark; I’m just inserting some of my trademark humour into the situation’
    Frank gives a smile to Tasha; she finally breaks one back at him, even if it was forced.
    Frank touches her hand, trying to comfort her.
    ‘Look Tasha, I know that it must be hard to come to terms with the situation. I mean it’s not every day that you know someone who has killed 15 people and found time to Blow up the local police station. It’s not your fault, there’s nothing you could have done. But there is