Corpse in the Campus by Harry Glum Read Free Book Online Page B

to kidnap her. There were no hairs, nor blood, nor any trace of her DNA. This suspect was discarded. What had been a severe blow for some of the agents had been a confirmation for Gordon that through evidence his intuition had not failed.
    A week after the appearance of Tom Campbell´s cadaver in his house, Philips and Stevens were making an all out effort in the operations center  due to their efforts to try to order documents and testimonies that turned him into the ideal suspect. Unfortunately, they still didn´t have any solid proof.
    —It had to be him, Karen. All we need is to fit in another couple of the pieces of the puzzle and his macabre face will eventually appear to us.
    The agent beamed back a twisted smile to her colleague. She wasn´t too sure about it. What´s more, as each day passed by, doubts seemed to attack her with more force. She just couldn´t manage to see that damn puzzle that Gordon seemed to think was so evident.
    —We need more. At court we won´t get anywhere with what we´ve got. At the most we´d prove that Campbell was disturbed and obsessed, but not very much more.
    —I know, and that´s why we need to work harder. We´ve got the fish biting the hook and we can´t let it get away. We owe it to Sara—replied Stevens with energy, as if he had taken something that stimulated his organism with a very unusual force.
    Karen nodded, but not very convinced. In spite of everything, he kept on noting down what he considered could be important in face of the investigation in his notebook while he went over each record  that flooded the operations center desk.
    For an hour, silence took over the room. Gordon was concentrated, and in a way he felt a kind of relief, as if he had just extracted a thorn that had been tormenting him for several weeks. Sarah deserved for justice to be done for her and he was already caressing that happy moment with his fingertips.
    —I knew that I´d find you both here.
    Ron´s unexpressive voice which was a little hoarse broke the silence that presided the operations center. Neither the tone of his words nor his body language forebode anything good for Karen.
    —What´s the matter?—Bad news boys —answered Davies, sitting down among these colleagues.
    —Don´t delay and spit it out for once and for all —mumbled Stevens, trying to prepare for the worst.
    —Do you remember Mike Johnson?
    —Yes, the security guard that was working with Campbell —answered Philips.
    —Exactly. Well, we have a sworn statement in which he affirms that he was with him all the time during the whole of march 6 th precisely at the very time that Sarah went missing. What´s more, he assures that at the time that was most probably the time of the kidnapping they were at the other end of the campus.
    —That doesn´t mean a damn thing! —exclaimed Gordon, in an indignant tone.
    —Wait a minute. We´ve also found one of Campbell´s family members that assures that the cage had been there for years, and that it hadn´t been used for months. The guard´s father, who died in the middle of the previous year was senile, and when he wasn´t around the house, he used to molest the neighbors or walk around naked all around the neighborhood. The only idea Campbell, who we know was disturbed, was to build a cage to stick his father in whenever he was out. Total madness.
    Stevens felt that the world was caving in on him. Another punch in the stomach. Another long and splintery thorn straight through his guts.
    —We´ll have to wait and see the results of the DNA tests on the remains in the cell —mumbled Karen without much conviction, but trying to avoid Gordon coming down right there.
    —Yes, we´ll have to wait. Maybe both the guard as well as the family member are lying, trying to protect the good name of someone they like, and who is no longer with us to be able to defend themselves —mused Stevens, shutting up and noting that millions of thoughts were bombarding his brain.
    Davies didn´t