Boston Blood: The first Frank McKenzie Thriller Read Online Free Page A

something you can do now, and that’s help me find him and nail him!’ says Frank still holding her hand in comfort.
    Tasha smiles at him, this time she means it.
    ‘I appreciate it Frank. It’s just I feel responsible for the fact that I could have spotted the warning signs earlier.’ says Tasha as tears start to form around her eyes, smudging the immaculate make up that brightens her already beaming face.
    ‘I don’t think there are many signs that point to serial killers that massacre households Tasha.’ Frank says trying to reassure her.
    Frank’s cell phone goes off in his pocket, he instinctively answers it.
    ‘Frank Speaking’
    ‘Oh hello Mister McKenzie’ Says the voice on the phone.
    ‘Uh, hello’ Frank says, uncertain of who is on the other end of the phone. He pulls the phone away from his ear and checks the caller ID. It’s an unknown number, withheld .
    ‘There’s no point in checking for a number Frank, surely you wouldn’t expect me to call from a traceable phone now? Especially with my whole hang up on privacy’
    Frank muffles the phone against his chest and looks at Tasha.
    ‘You need to get out of here Tasha, call for help. I got Chase on the phone’
    Tasha shoots up and bolts out of the diner. Frank puts the phone back to his ear.
    ‘There was no need for that Frank, this won’t take too long. I take it that my message was heard loud and clear at your place of work?
    ‘Crystal. We know all about you Chase, and we are going to hunt you down like the mangy mutt that you are’
    ‘Oh I concur, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Call it coincidental Frank, but I enjoy a good old chase . Now listen up and listen good, I want you to make your way to the downtown public records building, and in the car park next to the building you will have all the things you need to get the job done.’
    ‘What job?’
    ‘The job that I’m giving you Frank., You see the public records building houses some of the most personal details of people who live in this city, and I’m sure that people wouldn’t mind terribly if that building and its contents were destroyed. That’s where you come in Frank. You’re not a wanted man …yet, anyway. I need you to do what I tell you, or I kill some more people it’s that’ simple.’
    ‘I don’t think so Chase…’ Frank says but is interrupted by a screaming voice on the phone. A child’s voice closely followed by a gun shot.
    Frank yells in frustration.
    ‘I’ll take that as a yes. You have 1 hour.’ The phone goes dead and all that’s left is the deafening silence of murder that surrounds the day, and tares Frank’s soul apart.
     

Eight
    ‘I’m standing here outside a house in Stella Avenue where 15 people were murdered last night in what’s becoming the most shocking crime scene in recent memory. Police have set up a press conference that’s going underway in a few minutes time to address the public on the issue and release the name of the suspect. A crowd of around 100 people have gathered outside the house with candles to pay their respects to the community in which this horrible event occurred’ says the news reporter on the TV in the DA’s office, her voice echoing through the spacious office.
    Eddie smith is sitting down at his desk watching the news coverage unfold as he taps nervously on a stack of files. He gets up and paces up and down the room. His cell phone goes off and he answers it before it reaches a second ring.
    ‘Talk to me’ says the DA
    ‘Hey its Frank, I have some bad news sir’
    Before Frank can finish his sentence off someone rushes into the DA’s office.
    ‘Haven’t you heard of knocking? I’m on an important Phone call here’ The DA snaps.
    The man who burst into the room grabs the remote for the TV and switches it over to another channel broadcasting some breaking news.
    The DA looks shocked as he reads the head line scrolling on the TV.
    “Public Records Building Destroyed in Terrorist