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A detective searches for a killer with the help of the killer’s future self
John Cade was awoken out of bed by the ringing of his cell phone; he picked it up.
“Yeah,” He answered, in a tiresome tone.
The person on the other line was speaking.
“I’ll be there,” Detective Cade stated, as he hung up his phone.
Detective Cade left the queen sized bed with black silk linen and a brown wooden frame where his wife was fast asleep. He walked over to his closet where he put on his black suit along with his black penny loafers. After he was done, he approached a brown wooden drawer with a mirror on it which he opened. As he took out his silver Rolex and placed it on his wrist he looked into the mirror. He saw the reflection of his black crew cut hair, brown eyes, and his squared chin on his hairless squared face.
He then left the room and walked down the hall that had dark brown oak flooring as the walls were light brown. At the end of the hall he went down the brown wooden full straight staircase.
Detective Cade walked out of his two story craftsmen house which was tan where the moon had brought energy to his exhausted eyes. He walked down a few concretes steps that had inches of melted snow due to the May weather as he went to the driveway where his grey Chevy Impala was. Once Detective Cade was in his car, he left his house in Staten Island.
40 minutes later, Detective Cade arrived to a townhouse in Brooklyn that was aqua blue on the outside. There were police cars all around the house along with an ambulance. As Detective Cade got out, he seen as many people were around the house, and one particular lady was crying.
“Oh no! Oh my god!” The lady cried.
As he looked around, Detective Cade had a feeling that whatever he was going to find inside the house was going to be beyond any atrocities he had ever came across. Detective Cade got under the barricade tape where his partner Bryan approached him. Bryan was an inch taller than Detective Cade as he was 6’1. He had broad shoulders and slick back hair with a full beard.
“Just follow me, Cade” Bryan instructed Detective Cade as they entered into the house.
When they entered into the house, police and forensics were examining the living room. The living room’s walls were white and the carpet was brown. There was a dark shaded English sofa that stood behind a white TV entertainment center. Detective Cade followed Bryan up the quarter landing stairs with brown carpet.
“What happened this time?” Detective Cade asked.
“We got a call from a mother saying she thinks her daughter is dead because she found her in the bathroom with multiple stab wounds all over her body. The scene is very brutal,” Bryan explained.
“Who’s the victim?”
“Her name is Sarah Oliver. She was a senior at Stuyvesant High down in Manhattan.”
“Stuyvesant, that’s where Harry attends”
The two entered into the hallway where Detective Cade followed Bryan to the bathroom
“Well, he’s going to hear all about this everywhere,” Bryan stated.
Detective Cade and Bryan finally arrived at the bathroom where forensics was taking pictures. The bathroom had grey tile flooring. The upper half of the walls were lime green as the bottom half were white. There was a round two piece toilet and a pedestal sink stood on the other side of the bathroom. In the corner was a white corner tub and there was a rectangular glass shower on the side. The glass of the shower had blood painted all over the inside as Detective Cade and Bryan entered in the shower.
There, Cade saw the young girl’s body on the floor, face up, naked. The river of the dark blood from the girl had filled the shower floor like an ocean as it slowly leaked into the drain. She had stab wounds all over her body and her neck.
“Where’s the father at?” Detective Cade wondered.
“The mother said that he’s out of town on a business trip,” Bryan replied.
Detective Cade got his medical gloves as he put them on and kneeled down to check up on the body. She had a deep wound that sliced across her chest. It felt like he was sticking his hands into a hole as Detective Cade examined the body, for the wounds were very deep.
“Self-inflicting wounds, of course,” Detective Cade asserted, “now were there any signs of breaking and entering in any parts of the house? I didn’t see any.”
“Actually, there wasn’t. It was like no one came in or out.”
Detective Cade rose back to his feet; he started looking around the bathroom again.
“Have you notice that there are no windows in this bathroom?” Detective Cade asked.
“Not really, but what does that have to do with anything?” Bryan wondered.
“If we have a dead body in the bathroom, and no one from outside broken into the house, then the mother isn’t telling us everything.”
“What are you saying, Cade?”
“I’m saying that we’re not being told everything; let’s check out the mom for more information.”
The two left the bathroom as they walked back to the living room where they saw a woman who appeared to be the mother sitting on the couch crying. She had a round face that began to show her wrinkles as she also had green eyes and brunette hair that was curled at the ends. A paramedic was handing her tissue then he left.
“Mrs. Oliver, my name is Detective Cade and this is my partner Detective Bryan. We are very sorry about your loss. If it’s okay with you, we will like to ask you a few questions.”
Mrs. Oliver nodded her head, wiping her tears from her pale face.
“Now how did all of this begin when you found your daughter in the bathroom,” Detective Cade questioned.
“It was like….an hour and half ago,” Mrs. Oliver wept, “Sarah was in the shower, but she was in there for quite some time, so I decided to check up on her to see if she was alright. When she didn’t answer me, I decided to open the door to the bathroom, and that’s when I saw her.”
Tears began to fall from Mrs. Oliver’s eyes again.
“I don’t believe it! What did she ever do to deserve this!?” She cried.
Bryan put his hand on Mrs. Oliver’s shoulder.
“Just take a breath,” Detective Cade advised, “was there anyone else in the house?”
“No, just the two of us”
“Is there any way someone may have been able to get into the house, maybe with a key or such?”
“No, the only people with a key to the house are me, her, and her father who is out on a business trip. So if someone did break into the house, the alarm from the security system would have gone off, but it didn’t.”
“We checked the system, it never went off,” Bryan added.
Detective Cade took a deep breath.
“Mrs. Oliver is there anything you aren’t telling us?” He asked.
Mrs. Oliver looked at Cade with disgust.
“Of course not,” she retaliated, “why would I be hiding something? My daughter is dead!”
Suddenly a tall man in a suit with an enormous bald spot on the top of his head and his gut stuck out a little bit past his waist entered in the house. Detective Cade and Bryan approached him as they were away from Mrs. Oliver.
“This looks like a goddamn mess,” the man insulted, “I heard what happened. What can you come up with, Cade?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like something is missing, Stevenson. This whole situation doesn’t seem right, like it doesn’t add up,” Detective Cade explained.
“Then there’s nothing else here for us to find, we can’t do anything right now,” Stevenson told.
The three gave a brief look around the house where they stood.
“That doesn’t mean that we’re done with this. There is someone out in this city that has just got away with butchering a teenage girl; we are not going to let this rest. We’ll look more into it tomorrow. Get some rest you two while I take it from here,” Stevenson advised.
Stevenson approached Mrs. Oliver and asked,
“Mrs. Oliver do you have anyone around that you can stay with for a little while”
“I can go to my sister’s house.”
Detective Cade and Bryan walked out the house as they approached their cars.
“Cade, we’re going to catch whoever did this.”
“Yes we will.”
Cade then got into his car and drove back home. For some particular reason, the sight of what he had seen, had gave him a feeling of discomfort; something he hadn’t felt in years. As Cade walked into his house, he went upstairs where he saw the gel blue eyes of his wife since she was laying up in bed. She had dark dyed hair and a convex forehead all on her heart shaped face.
“Where have you been?” She wondered.
“The usual, I was called in to work. It was urgent,” Cade answered as he was taking off his suit.
“Nothing, just a crime”
Cade’s wife let out a huge breath.
“I feel like every time I try to connect with you and have a conversation, you just shut me out,” She declared.
Cade rolled his eyes.
“First of all, it’s like one o’clock in the morning, and secondly, do you want me to say, “Hey Kate, tonight I was called to a house where a mother found her daughter stabbed to death in the bathroom, and we didn’t catch the suspect”. Do you want me to tell you that?”
Kate put her hands on her mouth.
“Oh my god, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“It is fine, Kate,” Cade sighed, “It was a girl who went to school with Harry.”
“But can we go back to bed now, peacefully?” Cade wondered as he got into the bed with Kate.
The next morning, Cade got dressed before going downstairs. When he went into the kitchen which had tan tile floorings, he saw Kate sitting down in a white parson chair eating breakfast on the marble countertop below the glass pendant lights.
“You’re up early,” Kate addressed.
“I couldn’t really sleep,” Cade announced.
A 5’9 boy with brown curtained hair who had freckles on both of his cheeks, and his nose walked into the kitchen carrying a skateboard.
“I see the family is all together,” The boy laughed.
“Harry, I need to talk to you,” Cade began.
“About what?” Harry wondered.
“It’s about a girl named Sarah Oliver who went to your school. She was found murdered in her bathroom last night. We do not have any leads right now.”
“Are you serious? Sarah?”
“Oh Harry, I heard about it last night. I’m so sorry,” Kate added.
“Relax everybody,” Harry laughed, “Just because I went to the same school as her doesn’t mean I was close to her. I barely even spoke to her. Let her family and friends cry over her dying.”
“Harry!” Kate shrieked.
“Let me take you to school today,” Cade insisted.
“Sure,” Harry agreed.
The two began to walk towards the door.
“Have a nice day you two,” Kate said.
The two got into the Impala, and Cade drove off to Harry’s school as the sun was rising. It was quiet for most of the ride.
“I really feel for that girl’s family, right now,” Cade said as he turned his head briefly to Harry.
Harry was quiet.
“Life really does change at any moment, most when you least expect it to,” Cade continued.
“Look dad, you don’t have to act all sentimental about what happened. I know how this detective stuff works. You all act like you care just so you can get the information you need to go make arrests and save the day.”
“Harry, that is not true. Though I have a job to perform, I do show sympathy for the people I aim to help, and the three of us in the family knows how it feels to be in need for sympathy.”
They arrived at Stuyvesant High.
“Wow, I almost forgot you were in this family,” Harry stated.
Harry got out of the car.
“Harry, just be safe.” Cade advised
Harry closed the door as Cade drove off to the police station.
“I’m putting you and Bryan on the Oliver’s murder case,” Stevenson informed Detective Cade as he sat down at his desk at the station, ”I’m going to need you two to go to Stuyvesant High today, to ask around about Sarah Oliver, see if anyone may be able to give any information about her.”
Stevenson left as Bryan approached Detective Cade.
“You’re here early,” Bryan asserted.
“We had a long night,” Detective Cade addressed, “Stevenson told me about us going to Stuyvesant today.”
“Yeah, we should get to it.”
“Exactly, those were my thoughts. We’ll take my car,” Detective Cade agreed as the two left the station and got into Detective Cade’s car.
When Detective Cade and Bryan arrived to Stuyvesant High, they went to the office where they saw a lady sitting down at a desk. The lady had dirty blonde bob cut hair and her face cheeks stuck out, she wore a maroon blouse and silver hoop earrings.
“Excuse me miss, we’re detectives from the police station, and we’re wondering if we can speak to the principal, please,” Bryan announced as he pulled out his badge.
The lady got up.
“Sure, just give me a second,” She insisted.
The lady picked up the phone and began dialing.
“Mr. Spooner, I have two detectives from the police department wanting to speak with you.”
She hung the phone up.
“He’ll be happy to see you,” She spoke gladly, “just go straight down the hall; his room is on the right,”
Detective Cade and Bryan walked to the principal’s office and entered it.
“Have a seat please,” Mr. Spooner offered.
Mr. Spooner had a very pointy nose along with a brown cop stash standard mustache.
“Thanks,” Detective Cade acknowledged as he and Bryan took a seat.
“You two are here about Sarah Oliver, aren’t you?”
“That is correct,” Bryan assured.
“It is sad to see this happening to anyone; especially not to a student at this school. I couldn’t tell you much about her though, but her teachers can. Maybe you should go see Mr. Howard. He was her English teacher; he’s very close to her family. I’ll have my secretary escort you two to his classroom if you like.”
“Thank you, that would be helpful of you,” Detective Cade replied.
Mr. Spooner then got on the phone.
“Ms. Darcy, can you escort these two detectives to Mr. Howard’s office. Thank you.”
Detective Cade and Bryan entered into an empty classroom with only one person. It was a man with glasses on and a grey goatee; he was appearing to be putting away papers at his desk.
“Are you Mr. Howard?” Detective Cade asked.
The man looked up.
“Yes. Who are you?”
Detective Cade took out his badge.
“I’m detective Cade and this is my partner Detective Bryan. We have a few questions about Sarah Oliver,” Cade answered as he and Bryan walked towards Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard stood up from his chair.
“We were told that you were Sarah’s teacher and you are friends with her family. Can you tell us anything about her?” Detective Cade wondered.
“Yes. She was one of my best students. She had good grades, good character, everything you would want in a student,”
“Did you know if anyone had a problem with her?” Detective Cade continued to ask.
“Not really, she seemed to get along with people quite well, but I’m just a teacher. I may be close to her family, but I spend most of my time at a desk. You might want to talk to her friends for that information because I wouldn’t really know. Her friend Carly Williams has this class next, you can ask her.”
“Thank you,” Bryan added.
Detective Cade and Bryan stayed in the classroom. After several minutes, the bell rang as students started to come into the classroom.
“That’s her right there,” Mr. Howard pointed out to a girl walking in, “Carly! Can you come over here for a second?”
The girl had curly blonde hair with blue eyes as she walked over to Mr. Howard.
“These two men are from the police station. They would like to ask you a few questions about Sarah.”
“I’m ok with it,” The girl quietly confirmed as she kept her head down towards the floor
Detective Cade and Bryan led the girl outside of the classroom.
“Carly, everything is going to be alright,” Detective Cade admitted.
“Sarah was a good friend of mine. I just can’t believe she’s gone, but if you have questions, I’ll try my best to answer them.”
“Okay, was there anyone who disliked Sarah?” Detective Cade asked.
“She didn’t do anything to make people not like her. All the people she knew liked her, and if someone wasn’t friends with her, it was because they didn’t know her. No one despised her.”
“Did she get into a recent dispute with someone, maybe like an argument or confrontation with anyone that would make them angry at her?” Bryan questioned.
“No, not at all”
“Ok, thanks for your time,” Detective Cade smiled as Carly went back to her classroom.
Detective Cade and Bryan started walking to Cade’s car.
“Maybe Sarah’s murder was not in any way related to school,” Bryan suggested.
“I am keeping that in mind,” Detective Cade revealed as they entered into the parking lot.
A girl with glasses and braces carrying books in her arms approached the two and asked,
“You two are here about that Sarah?”
“Yeah,” Bryan responded, “can you tell us anything about her?”
“She was a bitch who got what she deserved!” The girl exclaimed with fury.
“What?” Detective Cade gasped.
Suddenly a woman in a red pantsuit with long brunette hair holding a microphone came up to the three. Following her was a man with brown longhair and a video camera; he wore a green sleeveless jacket and a black long sleeve under.
“Hello, this is Alice Peterson here at Manhattan Daily,” The woman spoke as she stood in front of the camera that was recording her next to Detective Cade, Bryan, and the girl, “and I am here at Stuyvesant High where one of its students was found brutally murdered in her house last night.”
The camera man put the camera on Detective Cade, Bryan, and the girl as Alice moved in towards Cade.
“Now detectives, what can you tell us about what is happening. Are there any possible suspects right now? How about Sarah’s boyfriend? I was told by a student that they recently broke up,” Alice mentioned as she smiled with her milk white teeth.
Detective Cade looked at the camera man as he extended his arm,
“Get that camera out of here.”
“We have a right to do this,” The camera man argued.
“He’s right, you can’t stop us, detective,” Alice added.
Bryan stepped up, as he asserted,
“Turn the camera off, or you’re going to have some trouble.”
“Alright,” Alice sighed.
The cameraman turned the camera off. Detective Cade turned his attention to the girl and asked,
“Can you explain to me what you meant by what you said?”
“Sarah got what she deserved, for what she did to Ashley,” The girl claimed.
“Who is Ashley?” Detective Cade wondered.
“You mean, Ashley Mundy?” Alice assumed.
“Sarah was the one who posted the video of what happened to Ashley at that party,” The girl informed.
“Ashley was a girl who went to this school. At a party last October she had too many drinks which led to people taking advantage of her, you know how high school kids are. Well, the video of what happened was posted all over the internet, which eventually led to Ashley’s death,” Alice revealed, “she was hit by a car one night in October when she was jogging without paying attention. Some people such as her family believe that all the stress from what was going on in Ashley’s life caused her not to pay attention to the car.”
“And now someone got revenge on Sarah for posting the video,” Bryan concluded.
“Whoever it was, they did the right thing,” The girl scolded as she walked away.
“Detective, this is perfect,” Alice cheered, “There is a killer out on the loose who targeted a high school student. You do the work, while I have the coverage. This could be a perfect opportunity for me to write my book. We can really make a good team, you know?”
“Lady, this isn’t a laughing matter. We don’t need anything from you. Now if you will excuse me, I have some work to do” Detective Cade declared as he and Bryan got into the car and drove off.
“Terry, we need follow that guy everywhere he goes,” Alice urged to her cameraman.
“It’s Jerry,” The cameraman groaned.
“Terry, Jerry who cares. You do what I say.”
As Detective Cade and Bryan were in the car, Bryan asked,
“Do you think we should look up on this Ashley Mundy girl?”
“I would, but I don’t want to bring outside sources into this case. We should keep with what we have already, and right now, that’s nothing.”
They drove back to the station. Detective Cade and Bryan entered into Stevenson’s office where he was sitting down.
“Did you get anything?” Stevenson asked.
“Not really” Bryan announced.
Stevenson’s office phone rang; he picked it up.
“Yes?” Stevenson answered.
After a few moments, Stevenson hung up the phone and uttered,
“Someone reported a body hung from a tree down at Queensbridge Park,” Stevenson announced, “the police are already down there.”
Detective Cade and Bryan rushed into their car and drove to the park. When they arrived at Queensbridge, Detective Cade and Bryan saw the pandemonium that came from the area. People had flocked around the park as they looked upon the police who were there. As they got out, Detective Cade and Bryan walked through the green grass where the barricade tape was set at; they went under it and a police officer approached them.
“Not much I can tell you boys, except that the girl’s body was found hung on that tree. We brought it down. The body was found with multiple stab wounds in the stomach,” The police officer informed.
The police officer led Detective Cade and Bryan to a tree near the water. On the grass was the body inside a body bag. One of the forensics opened the bag and the girl’s face and torso was shown. Her face and neck was blue like the night due to the rope that had gripped and snapped her neck like a toothpick.
“Do we have an id on her?” Detective Cade asked the police officer.
“A person around this area recognized her as Miranda Wells. She was a senior at Stuyvesant High School.”
Cade looked around, he saw a man and woman crying behind the barricade tape.
“Is that her parents over there?” Detective Cade asked pointing towards the man and women.
“Yes they are,” The officer responded.
Detective Cade and Bryan walked towards the man and woman, the woman decided went over the barricade tape and attempted to run to the dead body.
“I want to see her!” The lady cried as police moved to stop her.
Detective Cade got in the way and he put his arms around the lady to stop her.
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Detective Cade repeated as he held the lady.
The man who appeared to be her husband came to get her and put his hands around her.
“Mr. and Mrs. Wells, I am sorry for what has happened,” Detective Cade told the two.
“What the hell is going on in this city? First that Sarah girl, then our poor little baby!” Mr. Wells bawled.
“Did your daughter know Sarah,” Bryan asked the two.
“I have never seen Miranda with her nor talking about her, that’s all I can tell you,” Mrs. Wells informed.
“Again, we’re sorry,” Bryan declared as he and Detective Cade walked off.
“Detective!” Alice Peterson shouted as she and Jerry walked over to Detective Cade and Bryan.
Detective Cade and Bryan rolled their eyes. Alice had her microphone in hand, as Jerry held the camera on his shoulder.
“Detective, do you think this murder along with the murder of Sarah Oliver may be connected since both girls went to the same high school?”
“What did I tell you!?” Detective Cade barked as he got into his car with Bryan.
“Damn reporters,” Bryan scolded.
“Yeah I know,” Detective Cade stated.
Detective Cade and Bryan drove back to the station.
“The victim is Miranda Wells; she was a senior at Stuyvesant, just like Sarah Oliver, she was also stabbed just like Sarah Oliver,” Detective Cade reported to Stevenson as he and Bryan entered into Stevenson’s office.
Stevenson released a sigh.
“I can’t say these murders are connected; it’s just two,”
“Two murders that happened in the last 24 hours, of two people who went to the same high school, were in the same grade, murdered the same way, and both suspects haven’t been found,” Detective Cade added, “c’mon use your common sense.”
“I am using it. I’ll let both of you take this case as well. Maybe, you can find something in one of them that can lead to something else in the other, or maybe both.”
Detective Cade left the station and went home. As he got home, Harry and Kate were watching the news in the living room. The living room was connected to the kitchen, its walls were tan and its plush velvet carpet was grey. There was a brown Lawson-style sofa in the living room and a black leather recliner was on each side of the sofa. The room was lighted up by a black Torchère floor lamp which was in the corner. In the corner next to the lamp was a red flower pot in which a ficus tree stood out of. In the center of the living room was a black granite rectangular table that stood on wooden pegs. There were two pictures of a rain forest on the wall along with a plasma screen TV that faced the sofa.
“In less than 24 hours, two murders have happened in NYC, of two students who were both seniors at Stuyvesant High School,” The news spokesman stated.
Kate changed the channel as she was worried.
“Is it the same person that killed Sarah and Miranda?” Harry asked Cade.
“We haven’t even caught a suspect yet, so I do not know.”
“Who would do something like that?” Kate questioned.
Cade checked his watch, it was around 3 p.m. He received a call from Stevenson.
“Yeah,” Cade answered.
“You will not believe this,” Stevenson began, “there has been a body found in a car at a stoplight down at 57th Street.”
Cade hung up his phone as he approached the door.
“Where are you going?” Kate asked.
“Something came up back at work. I have to go.”
Detective Cade got into his car and drove to 57th Street. When Detective Cade arrived, the street was blocked off with police cars. A police officer approached Detective Cade’s car as he was driving slowly in between the buildings on the street.
“Detective,” Detective Cade informed as he showed the officer his badge.
The police officer allowed Detective Cade to continue. Detective Cade parked his car on the side of the street and approached the barricade tape where the victim’s car was at. Bryan approached him.
“Things keep getting crazier and crazier around here,” Bryan announced.
Detective Cade and Bryan approached the car. Inside of the car was a young man whose throat was sliced open like fresh livestock in the slaughter house while his head slumped onto the steering wheel. All Detective Cade heard was the dripping of the man’s blood from his throat as it dripped onto the seat like water from a shower head.
“The car was at a green light, but it didn’t move, so other cars start honking and driving around. A pedestrian crossing the street looked at the person in the car and noticed that his head was on the steering wheel as if he was not alive. That’s when we received the call about it,” Bryan told Cade.
“Did the cameras show anything?”
“We checked them; we didn’t get anything. Just a dead guy in a moving car that eventually stopped.”
“And who is this guy?”
“His name is Randy Jacobs, and he was also a senior at Stuyvesant High,” Bryan announced to Cade.
Detective Cade put his hands on his hips as he looked at the sky and let out a huge sigh.
“And Stevenson thinks this all just a coincidence,” He groaned.
Detective Cade suddenly spotted a man wearing a white tank top, blue jeans, and light brown lumber jack boots who placed in his backpack a chef’s knife that was encased in blood. The man had a beard and a mustache that was both trimmed. He had a dirty blonde Ivy League cut along with a tattoo of a horned devil like creature on his hand.
“Hey, you!” Detective Cade shouted at the man.
The man turned towards Detective Cade and put on his backpack.
“Stop right there!” Detective Cade yelled.
The man started off running as Detective Cade pursued him in a hurry. The man ran straight; he ran past a red light and almost got hit by a car with Detective Cade in pursuit. The man soon threw his backpack with the knife in it in a nearby trash can knocking people down in his way.
The two continued down East 57th Street as the chase continued. All that was on Detective Cade’s mind was getting his man. He became a lion who hunts down its prey, hungry and ferocious for its meal. As the man kept running, Detective Cade was getting closer and closer until he was in reach of the man. As the man ran across the street, Detective Cade tackled him. Detective Cade pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man laying stomach first on the ground.
“Do not move! You are under arrest!” Detective Cade barked as he put the man in handcuffs.
“For what, I didn’t do anything!” The man argued.
“Then why did you run?” Detective Cade objected as he stood the man up.
Detective Cade walked the man down the street where the crime scene had happened. On the way back, Detective Cade reached into the trash can where the man dumped his backpack and retrieved it.
“Oh, you’re so busted.”
“You’re not going to read me my rights?” The man questioned as Detective Cade was escorting him.
“You have the right to shut up!”
Detective Cade approached a police officer with the man.
“Take him down to the station and into the interrogation room; I have some questions for him, and take this backpack down to forensics. There’s a knife in it with blood; I’m going to need the blood on the knife to be traced,” Detective Cade commanded as he handed the man and the backpack over to the police officer.
The police officer put the man in the back of the police car. Bryan approached Detective Cade.
“You think that’s our guy?” Bryan questioned.
“It has to be.”