Captive Justice: A Private Investigator Mystery Series (A Jake & Annie Lincoln Thriller Book 4) by Rayven T. Hill Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Rayven T. Hill
it almost brought me to tears to hear her.”
Jake rolled his eyes and the voice continued, “I look forward to doing business with you, Jake.”
There was a click on the line and then silence.
Jake touched the hang up icon, set the phone down and looked at Hank, who was on his feet, talking on his cell.
Annie leaned back and waited for Hank to finish.
“No luck,” Hank said, as he dropped his cell back into its holder. “Callaway traced the call to somewhere in the downtown district, near Benson Avenue, but that’s as close as he could get. The GPS was turned off, as expected, but King is down there looking around, but with no exact location, he’ll never find him.”
“And the phone itself?” Annie asked.
“A burner phone.”
“No surprise there,” Annie said.
“So we have to carry out the money drop,” Jake said.
Hank nodded. “That’s our only option, but we’ll get the park covered and we’ll catch him.”
Annie wasn’t so sure. The kidnapper hadn’t left a trace behind him thus far and she was sure he would have a foolproof plan in place.
“I talked to the captain,” Hank said. “He made a phone call and was able to get an exception for you to carry a pistol.”
Jake’s head spun toward Hank. “A pistol?”
“Just for this one time. Just in case, you never know.”
Jake shrugged. “I haven’t had much experience with a gun, but I’ll manage.”
Hank looked at his watch. “We don’t have a lot of time, so let me get the detail in place. They’ll know exactly what to do, and then you and I’ll go to the range and fire off a few shots.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jake said.
Just then Matty came charging into the office with a younger boy shadowing him. “Hey, Uncle Hank.”
Hank grinned and tousled Matty’s hair. “What’s up Matty?”
“Not much. I saw your car out front.” Matty motioned toward the other boy. “Kyle and I are just messing around, probably practice a little soccer later.”
Annie and Kyle’s mother, Chrissy, were good friends. They lived next door and her seven-year-old son seemed to trail Matty wherever he went.
“What’re you guys up to?” Matty asked.
“We’re doing a job for a client,” his mother answered.
“All right. Call me if you need any help,” Matty said, as he zipped from the room, Kyle behind.
Hank chuckled and turned back to Jake. “We’d better get going.”
Chapter 13
Wednesday, August 31st, 4:39 PM
JAKE FOLLOWED HANK to the Richmond Hill Police Precinct, parking their vehicles behind the building. He jumped from the Firebird, looked at his watch and joined the cop. “We don’t have a lot of time to spare.”
“This won’t take long.”
The pistol range was located in the basement of the precinct. Half the lower level contained holding cells, divided by a concrete wall from the range.
It wasn’t an elaborate setup like the big cities had, merely nothing more than an area set aside for target practice, padded and soundproofed, with two stationary shooting positions a dozen yards from the targets.
A small shelf held a variety of protective equipment. Hank selected a pair of earmuffs along with safety glasses and handed them to Jake. “Put these on.” He chose a similar pair for himself, settled the earmuffs in place and donned the goggles.
Hank slipped his hand under his jacket and removed a pistol. “I got this for you. It’s a Smith & Wesson 40 caliber. A semi-automatic and not too big.” He hefted it in his hand, seemed satisfied and moved to the shooting position. He flicked off the safety, went into a firing stance and fired. As the gun exploded, a hole appeared in the forehead of the paper silhouette of a human torso.
Hank pushed back his earmuffs. “Think you can do that?”
Jake shrugged. “Piece of cake.”
Hank demonstrated how to pop the magazine in and out, and how to grip the weapon in his right hand and steady it with his left, before handing the
Jake rolled his eyes and the voice continued, “I look forward to doing business with you, Jake.”
There was a click on the line and then silence.
Jake touched the hang up icon, set the phone down and looked at Hank, who was on his feet, talking on his cell.
Annie leaned back and waited for Hank to finish.
“No luck,” Hank said, as he dropped his cell back into its holder. “Callaway traced the call to somewhere in the downtown district, near Benson Avenue, but that’s as close as he could get. The GPS was turned off, as expected, but King is down there looking around, but with no exact location, he’ll never find him.”
“And the phone itself?” Annie asked.
“A burner phone.”
“No surprise there,” Annie said.
“So we have to carry out the money drop,” Jake said.
Hank nodded. “That’s our only option, but we’ll get the park covered and we’ll catch him.”
Annie wasn’t so sure. The kidnapper hadn’t left a trace behind him thus far and she was sure he would have a foolproof plan in place.
“I talked to the captain,” Hank said. “He made a phone call and was able to get an exception for you to carry a pistol.”
Jake’s head spun toward Hank. “A pistol?”
“Just for this one time. Just in case, you never know.”
Jake shrugged. “I haven’t had much experience with a gun, but I’ll manage.”
Hank looked at his watch. “We don’t have a lot of time, so let me get the detail in place. They’ll know exactly what to do, and then you and I’ll go to the range and fire off a few shots.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jake said.
Just then Matty came charging into the office with a younger boy shadowing him. “Hey, Uncle Hank.”
Hank grinned and tousled Matty’s hair. “What’s up Matty?”
“Not much. I saw your car out front.” Matty motioned toward the other boy. “Kyle and I are just messing around, probably practice a little soccer later.”
Annie and Kyle’s mother, Chrissy, were good friends. They lived next door and her seven-year-old son seemed to trail Matty wherever he went.
“What’re you guys up to?” Matty asked.
“We’re doing a job for a client,” his mother answered.
“All right. Call me if you need any help,” Matty said, as he zipped from the room, Kyle behind.
Hank chuckled and turned back to Jake. “We’d better get going.”
Chapter 13
Wednesday, August 31st, 4:39 PM
JAKE FOLLOWED HANK to the Richmond Hill Police Precinct, parking their vehicles behind the building. He jumped from the Firebird, looked at his watch and joined the cop. “We don’t have a lot of time to spare.”
“This won’t take long.”
The pistol range was located in the basement of the precinct. Half the lower level contained holding cells, divided by a concrete wall from the range.
It wasn’t an elaborate setup like the big cities had, merely nothing more than an area set aside for target practice, padded and soundproofed, with two stationary shooting positions a dozen yards from the targets.
A small shelf held a variety of protective equipment. Hank selected a pair of earmuffs along with safety glasses and handed them to Jake. “Put these on.” He chose a similar pair for himself, settled the earmuffs in place and donned the goggles.
Hank slipped his hand under his jacket and removed a pistol. “I got this for you. It’s a Smith & Wesson 40 caliber. A semi-automatic and not too big.” He hefted it in his hand, seemed satisfied and moved to the shooting position. He flicked off the safety, went into a firing stance and fired. As the gun exploded, a hole appeared in the forehead of the paper silhouette of a human torso.
Hank pushed back his earmuffs. “Think you can do that?”
Jake shrugged. “Piece of cake.”
Hank demonstrated how to pop the magazine in and out, and how to grip the weapon in his right hand and steady it with his left, before handing the
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