A Crime Mystery Book Series
Niki Dupre Mysteries by Jim Riley
Series Excerpt
An argument surprised no one at the Sheriff's Office. Especially when it came from Samson Mayeaux's office. But this one caught the attention of all within earshot.
“I may need to take a little time from the case,” John said.
“The hell you say,” Samson roared.
Neither man was happy. Dalton Bridgestone was still at large. The Sheriff's deputies searched his huge ranch house and came up empty. There was no sign of the fugitive.
“I have to. It's almost midnight, and my father-in-law didn't make it home tonight,” John tried to explain.
“Are you kidding me?” the Chief roared even louder, spittle flying from his mouth. “We've got the body of the governor's daughter and you're worried about your father-in-law missing. He's probably getting his nob shined somewhere in the projects. You wanted this case, and now you've got it.”
“But it's Henry Welker. He's a big contributor in Baton Rouge. He owns half the politicians in this town.”
“Let me explain the facts of life to you, son. Until we either catch Bridgestone or bury him, nothing else amounts to a rat's ass around here. Do you understand me?”
“Who do you want me to assign to the Welker case?” John asked.
“You're not listening.” Samson rose out of his seat and towered over the detective. “There are no other cases until we’re satisfied that we've got Bridgestone, and he's the man who killed the governor’s daughter. Until then, I don't have any spare men for a missing person.”
“What do you want me to tell my wife?”
“Tell her you hope to find Bridgestone and keep your damn job. Or tell her you're ready to sell life insurance to the elderly. I don't care.”
“Chief, with all due respect, I—”
“I don't care,” Samson interrupted. “You've got your orders. Either do them or turn in your badge. Either way is fine with me.”
John slowly backed out of the office, resolving to find a way to keep the chief happy and find his father-in-law.
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