Chapter Twenty Three

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I was starting to really hate the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was just after 5:00 AM. I left the office maybe four hours ago and was already getting called by McGreary, a fellow detective in my unit.

"Seeks. What's up, man?"

"Hey brother, sorry to bother you so early. But you need to get down here."

"Do not tell me someone else has been killed." It wasn't a joke. I think I would have lost my mind if there had already been another murder.

"No, no. There's just someone here to speak with you, but I figured you wouldn't want it to wait."

"It's not a fucking reporter, is it?"

"No, it's that security guy you asked Hope to check out. Jeff Marshall. He works at the hotel. Says you wanted to speak with him."

"Do not let him leave. I'll be there in 20."

I had to take a shower. I felt like I got no sleep at all and knowing how this case was working, I'd probably be in for another long day. If I didn't have at least a hot shower to wake me up, I wouldn't be able to function. I could wait on the coffee until I got to the office.

I got in my unmarked car and drove as fast as I could. I didn't want to risk Jeff trying to duck out of the office before I spoke with him.

I used the drive to think. Had I jumped the gun with putting Jeff on the suspect list? It didn't make much sense to me that he'd show up at the police department and ask to speak with the lead detective over the case if he was the killer. Or was he just playing a game and trying to take himself off of the suspect list?

I wouldn't know until I spoke with him, and possibly not even then. What I did need to do was clear my mind and be as sharp as possible. Him showing up this early in the morning wasn't a coincidence. He wanted to show that he was in control and catch me off my game, knowing there's no way I wouldn't come speak with the only lead I had.

There were two things I knew for certain; I really needed that cup of coffee and I was really starting to not like Jeff Marshall.

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