The Cleanest Kill by Rick Reed (Detective Jack Murphy #8)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 Mb
The Cleanest Kill : Cop vs. Killer
Detective Jack Murphy never met a cold case he couldn’t crack. This one’s been on ice for 37 years. The prime suspect in a decades-old unsolved murder is about to be named Evansville’s next Chief of Police. The Mayor wants the top cop’s name cleared—and that’s why Murphy and his partner, Liddell Blanchard, are ordered to
re-open the investigation. But when the victim’s sister and mother are targeted for violence, troubling new questions arise. Is this the work of the same killer, or is someone else playing a deadly game? The answers lie buried in the past. But no one digs through the dirt like Jack Murphy . . .
“Reina said, “You’d better stay away from that one, Max. Mom won’t approve and you’re already going to be grounded for the rest of your life.”
“Grounded works only if you get caught, Reina.”
“Uh-oh!” She pointed across the parking lot, where Dick, Needham, and James were jogging toward them. Two or three other football players had joined them. “You can’t fight all of them, Max. Get out of here.” She moved off toward the approaching boys. “I’ll slow them down,” she said. “As usual.”
“Thanks, sis,” Max said, got in his car, fired up the Hemi engine, and threw a rooster tail of gravel and dirt behind as he accelerated out of the lot.
Max took back streets to Kratzville Road where he stopped, debating where he would go. Home was northwest. He could take Kleitz Road, but he didn’t want to go home. He decided to go downtown, to the riverfront. He could sit in his car, watch the water, calm his mind, consider what he would do with all of his free time now.
His thoughts turned to Ginger. She was pretty, but he didn’t really care for her. She was just a way to get at Dick and the rest of the “popular” kids. Snobs, every one. And he truly hated that smug asshole, Richard Dick. Punching him in the nose was worth missing the championship. Kicking him in the balls was priceless. He only wished Needham had stood up for his best buddy. Needham was smart not to go another round.
Max turned south on Kratzville Road. The back of his head was smarting and his fingers found a painful knot where the helmet had hit him. It hurt, but he smiled at the memory of Dick’s nose exploding under his fist and the gurgling, wheezing sound after getting his crotch adjusted with a foot. “Bet you didn’t expect that, Dick?”