The Hunt (Mike Greystone, Book 1) by Michael Sigurdsson Read Free Book Online

said. "Karrie and John should be available for interview by now."
    Dr. Lockerby led me along the long corridor to the patients' rooms, her hips moving gently left, right, up and down; there was no better sight on Earth. We entered John and Karrie Wimbledon's room.
    "Hi guys," Dr. Lockerby greeted both kids. "Are you feeling any better today?"
    "My arm hurts," John said.
    "I know John, we gave you an anesthetic, but it'll hurt a little for a while. It’ll pass soon, you're recovering well," Dr. Lockerby said.
    "I can't move my leg, Dr. Lockerby," Karrie complained.
    "Don't worry, your leg is still under local anesthetic, a ricocheting bullet hit your thigh. You'll get better even sooner than John," Dr. Lockerby explained. "You’re both very brave after what you've been through."
    "Where's my mom?" John asked.
    "She's in the guest room. She had to get some sleep as she’s been with you the whole time since the shooting, in between police interviews. She'll come back in a few hours."
    "I miss my mom," Karrie cried.
    "It's okay Karrie, your mom will be here with you soon," Dr. Lockerby assured her and explained who I was. "I would like to introduce Mr. Greystone, who is investigating the shooting and the murder of your father. He'll ask you some questions. His job is to track down your father’s killer."
    "Hi, I’m Mike," I introduced myself. "The investigation is in full swing, and I need you to tell me everything that happened on that day with all the details. Even if you think the details are not important, still do tell me."
    John started the story, and Karrie interrupted every now and then. There wasn't too much new detail there, unfortunately.
    "Has your mother or father been meeting anybody unfamiliar recently?" I asked.
    "I think some guy was visiting our mom sometimes in the last few months. He had a strong accent," John said.
    "Like German, or Spanish?"
    "Not Spanish, I don't know about German, more like the crew on the submarine in 'The Hunt for Red October'."
    "Russian, or East European."
    "Yeah. That must be it."
    "So he was visiting your mother? What were they talking about?"
    "Don't know, she always asked us to go to our neighbors as she said she had to sign some mortgage documents."
    "That must have been a lot of documents," I said, thinking he was obviously her lover.
    "One more thing," said Karrie, "this man who was visiting our mom looked a bit like the shooter at the school."
    "No he didn't, you stupid," interjected John.
    "I’m not stupid, you’re stupid!" Karrie shouted back. "He looked similar, but had completely different hair and beard."
    "That's interesting," I said. "Are you sure about that?"
    "Of course I’m sure, I never forget faces," Karrie said indignantly.
    "That's true, she always remembers faces," John added. "But it wasn't him."
    "It was, you moron."
    "It wasn't, you, you..., you... she-moron."
    "John, Karrie, please calm down, you can't get agitated now, you need to rest," Dr. Lockerby intervened.
    “That's interesting," I said, "anything else you noticed?"
    "No," John said, and Karrie added: "Nothing else, but my brother wouldn't know even if he saw something."
    "I would!" John protested.
    "You wouldn't," Karrie teased him.
    "I would, you... you... you...," John was in vain searching for the right word.
    "You stupid, you wanted to say?" I helped him. "Of course, I didn't mean to direct it at you, Karrie," I added quickly.
    "I think the children are getting tired and agitated, we should finish the interview," Dr. Lockerby said, smiling at the corners of her month.
    "Okay, thanks Karrie, thanks John, I hope this information will prove helpful in finding your father's killer. One more question, can you recall what kind of car he was driving, the registration plate perhaps?" I asked.
    "No, I didn’t see the car," John answered.
    "I didn’t either," Karrie added.
    "All right, that's all for today. Get well soon," I concluded and we left the ward.
     
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