Cold Case at Carlton's Canyon by Rita Herron Read Free Book Online

voice warbled as if he’d been crying.
    “We’ll talk when Sergeant Thorpe and I get there.”
    She disconnected, dread balling in her stomach. Telling Kelly’s fiancé and father about finding the car would be difficult. If they’d harbored any shred of hope that Kelly had simply gone away for a couple of days without telling anyone, the fact that they’d found blood would kill that hope.
    * * *
    J USTIN STUDIED THE group of young men and women who’d gathered in the sheriff’s office.
    Kelly’s bridesmaids and best friends—Betty Jacobs, Anise Linton, Mona Pratt and Eleanor Goggins—were all attractive women in their twenties, although they were a mixture of brunettes, blondes and redheads.
    Any one of them could have fit the profile of the victims who’d disappeared over the past few years. So far, the kidnapper didn’t have a clear MO, which had slowed down the police in connecting the cases in the beginning. Normally a kidnapper/killer chose a certain type—all blondes or brunettes or redheads. This unsub seemed to have no preference for hair color or body type or career choice.
    Except they were all in their twenties and lived in Texas.
    The groomsmen looked nervous as they settled into wooden chairs. Glenn Cates, Danny Latt and Lance Stephens. Fisher’s father, Ernie, was his best man. He stood beside his son with a hand on his shoulder.
    Raymond looked even worse tonight, the strain of the day wearing on him.
    Amanda had taken Kelly’s father to her back office to explain to him about the car and their findings.
    “I want to thank you all for coming,” Justin said.
    “Did you find Kelly?” Mr. Fisher asked.
    Justin shook his head. “I’m afraid not, but we did find her car.”
    Raymond jerked his head up, while the others exchanged worried looks.
    “Where?” Ernie Fisher asked.
    “Out on Old River Mill Road.”
    “What was she doing there?” Raymond asked.
    Justin crossed his arms, studying the group for their reactions—any sign that one of them might have already known about the car. But he caught no signs of deceit on their faces, only fear and worry.
    “Our tech department studied the text that you received, Mr. Fisher, the one supposedly sent from Kelly telling you she was spending the night with Betty.”
    “What do you mean, ‘supposedly sent’?”
    “That text was sent from a burner phone, not from Kelly’s. That same phone sent a message to Kelly asking her to meet the person out on Old River Mill Road.”
    Fisher’s eyes widened in horror. “Someone tricked her into going out there.”
    “That’s correct,” Justin said. “Whoever it was sent you that text so you wouldn’t realize she was missing until the next day.”
    Gasps and whispers rumbled through the group.
    Raymond paced over to Justin, his breath wheezing out. “Someone kidnapped her, didn’t they?”
    Justin swallowed hard. “It appears that way, Mr. Fisher. Her car had been run off the road and crashed into a ditch. We also found a small amount of blood on the seat.”
    Fisher’s face crumpled with emotions. “Oh, my god. She might be...hurt or gone like those other women.”
    “Why her?” Betty sniffled. “Everyone loved Kelly.”
    “She was so excited about her wedding,” the girl named Anise said.
    “And the shower,” Eleanor added. “She couldn’t wait to open the gifts and move into her new house.”
    Mona wiped tears from her eyes and hugged Eleanor.
    Justin made a low sound in his throat. “Can any of you think of anyone who’d want to hurt her?”
    Heads shook, mumbled nos resounding through the room.
    Amanda stepped from the back with Lambert who looked ashen-faced and distraught. “Please call us if you receive a ransom call,” Amanda told him.
    He nodded, then looked over at Fisher, pain radiating from him. “Have you heard anything, Ray?”
    Raymond shook his head no, rubbing his bleary eyes.
    Amanda rapped her fingers on the desk. “Ladies, I’d like to talk to you