Blood and Justice Read Online Free

he drives?”
    “I’m not too good with cars, but I know it’s a Toyota. White.” Paige frowned. “I don’t know what year though. But not that old.”
    Annie scribbled something in her notepad, and then looked up. “Would anyone else know Chad? Anyone you hang out with, or anyone at all?”
    “I don’t think so. And he seemed to be kind of a loner. Nobody ever came with him. He was always by himself.”
    “Where did they meet?” Annie asked. “Do you know?”
    Paige thought a moment, and then replied slowly, “I really don’t know. I’m surprised she didn’t tell me more about him, but I think it may’ve been at a party somewhere.”
    “I told all this to the police,” Paige added, “but nothing seemed to come of it.”
    “The police are limited Paige. They did what they could, but they have so much to do, they can’t do much beyond a few interviews and phone calls,” Annie explained. She continued, “But right now we’re dedicated to finding Jenny, and nothing else.”
    Paige leaned forward. “Please find her,” she pleaded, looking worried.
    “We will . . . By the way, do you know if she had her cell phone with her? If she did, it seems to be turned off.”
    “I’m sure she did. She always carries it,” Paige replied.
    Annie skimmed quickly through her notes before looking up. “Well, that seems to be about all for now,” she said. She dug a card from her valise and handed it to Paige. “If you think of anything else, give me a call. Anything at all.”
    “I will,” Paige promised.
    Annie turned to Mrs. Canter. “Thank you, Mrs. Canter. This has been a big help.” She packed up her notepad and pen and stood. “I’ll be in touch,” she said.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
    Tuesday, August 9th, 4:46 PM
     
    ANNIE SAT AT THE DESK in the small office of Lincoln Investigations. She stared intently at the computer screen, a frown on her face.
    “There are only a couple of Brownsons and several Bronsons in King City,” she said. “We’ll have to try them all.”
    “I think this guy is the key to it all,” Jake replied. He was slouched back, his bulk burying a small leather chair, one foot resting on the desk. “If we find him . . . we’ll find her.”
    “Mrs. James seemed certain Jenny would never go anywhere without telling her.” She looked at Jake and sat back. “But yet it seems certain wherever she is, she was with Chad.”
    “And it doesn’t seem to be kidnapping,” Jake added, and then said, “At least not for ransom. He would’ve contacted someone by now if it was.”
    “So . . . if she wouldn’t leave without telling anyone, and she wasn’t kidnapped for ransom, then . . .” Annie hated to say it. “She’s either dead or in grave danger.”
    Jake leaned forward quickly and grabbed the phone. He hit a speed dial number, and covered the mouthpiece with his hand. “Let me see what Hank can do.”
    After several rings, the voice mail on Detective Hank Corning’s cell phone greeted Jake. “This is Hank. Leave a message!”
    Jake and Hank had been friends since high school. They played on the school football team together, where they’d met and hit it off right away. After that, Jake had gone on to university, while Hank wanted to be a cop. Hank had wanted Jake to go to Police Academy with him, but Jake knew all too well the social life of a cop wasn’t much. Besides, Jake and Annie were already a couple, and she would be attending the University of Toronto as well. That did it for Jake. He chose Annie over Hank. “No hard feelings Hank,” he had said, “but she’s better looking than you.”
    Jake was basically computer illiterate, but he had great faith in Annie’s expertise online. He knew when it came to online research, if Annie couldn’t do it, nobody could . . . except maybe Hank. But only because he had access to more resources than Annie.
    Jake spoke into the phone, “Hank, it’s Jake. I need some info. What can you find out for me