Chapters (55)
- Contents
- Title
- Copyright
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
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Harv shook his head. “Nathan, that’s reckless. In your current mental state, it’s beyond reckless.”
“I need to be sure.”
“Sure of what?”
He waved a hand. “That this wasn’t business as usual. This was personal for Montez.”
“Personal? You’re thinking he knew Kramer? And you think seeing Kramer’s body will confirm that?”
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. But look at this. Does this look like the aftermath of a professional interrogation, or a sadistic indulgence?”
“No more over-the-top than what he did to you.”
“Right, but it got personal by the end with me.”
“We don’t have to go to Salt Lake in person. We could look at photos, or even view the body by video.”
“It’s not the same.”
“That’s exactly my point.”
“Harv, I appreciate you trying to insulate me, but it’s something I have to do. I’ll be okay.”
“Will you?”
“Yes, absolutely. Come on, let’s go find Jeremy. This is his crime scene now.” They found him at the southwest corner of the building.
“You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost. I take it you found something.”
“The front door was unlocked,” Harv said.
Nathan saw the curtains of an upstairs bedroom move slightly. “We’re gonna have company soon. Someone’s watching us.” He pointed toward the window. The curtains moved again.
“I need to call this in right away,” Jeremy said. “And notify the Kane County Sheriff’s Department as well.”
They led Jeremy down the hall into the living room where the FBI special agent stared, unmoving.
“This is the worst I’ve ever seen.”
Nathan shivered at the thought of Nichole Dalton and her two daughters. Would Montez really do something like this to children?
“It looks like whoever did this left in a hurry,” he said to Jeremy. “They probably knew they were seen dumping the body and had to get out fast. I doubt they would’ve left things this way otherwise.”
Jeremy agreed. “That sounds right. The body was dumped about a half an hour’s boat ride from the marina. By the time they got back, they wouldn’t have had much time to bug out.”
“They must’ve beaten the response,” Nathan said. “If a deputy had been there when they returned to the marina, they would’ve been questioned about why they were mooring in the middle of the night, especially after a nine-one-one call about a body being dumped.”
“What’s the typical response time to get here?” Harv asked.
“I don’t know. If a deputy was in the marina area, it could be relatively fast. I’ll find out the exact times when sheriff’s units reported on scene.”