Turn on his brothers.
Last night they’d had a discussion with the Cap who decided that Frank should stay as primary on the Newcomb case. The kill site being Harker’s Wood, the dump site the access road to Miracle Ranch, too many similarities to Misty’s murder, Cap felt Chace was too close to it. He also felt Frank needed the experience. Last, they all knew Frank would get nowhere. The investigation into Misty’s murder had been purposefully jacked but Chace conducted his own. There were few leads and the ones there were went nowhere.
But the men of the Department knew Chace was still looking so Chace handed over all he had to Frank and Cap told him to take Frank’s back.
Frank, Chace and the Cap had another conversation about Clinton Bonar’s warning and what this move against Newcomb meant. This meant Bonar would get a visit. It also meant other powerful men with motive would be approached too. All strictly protocol. All following standard investigative procedures.
So last, this meant things were going to heat up in Carnal and Frank, the Cap, Chace and a new, inexperienced Force were going to have to do what they could to make sure no one else got burned.
Chace did, however, have to go with Frank to Newcomb’s sister to inform her that her brother was dead. It was her who had called the Station Saturday morning to say he hadn’t come home the night before and she was looking after his kids so she expected him at nine. She waited as long as she could before all out panic ensued. She knew he was into bad business, something that couldn’t be missed because he was fired from CPD for his participation in Arnie’s corruption but had stayed out of jail due to his willingness to testify. CPD knew he was vulnerable. Thus began the search.
Chace had been the one to tell Tonia Payne’s parents their daughter was dead including, at their insistence, how she’d died and her death was uglier than most. He’d also informed Misty’s folks. Throughout his career, not regularly but too fucking often, he’d had bad news to give about car wrecks and arrests.
This was less fun than all of that shit and none of that had been pleasant. This was because Newcomb’s wife had taken off, whereabouts unknown which meant his kids, one of them gravely ill, had lost their last parent.
Newcomb was a moron, racist, wife-beating, asshole pig. He played with fire for understandable reasons but should have been smart enough to know that when he got burned, the ones who would live with the scars were his kids.
He wasn’t that smart.
And now they were fucked.
“How’s it going?” Chace asked a question he knew the answer to.
They had DNA on this guy from his semen. But the samples were deliberately tampered with, the tampering explained away as a “mistake”. In fact, they were so tainted, they couldn’t even run them.
Reports were probably not in yet but it was doubtful they’d find semen on or in Newcomb. Possible but doubtful.
They didn’t even have slugs. Misty was done by a gun stolen by one of Carnal’s own in an effort to frame him. From visuals on Newcomb, he was done close range with a high powered assault rifle. Overkill. But this meant the shots were through and through. It also was a likely reason why Newcomb didn’t fight or attempt to flee. A man carrying an assault rifle undoubtedly struck an imposing figure. If you tried to run, if that rifle had a scope, you’d still be fucked. So this time, the killer collected the bullets and shell casings leaving them with next to nothing.
That was what they had. Next to nothing. No locals to either site reported seeing vehicles in the vicinity. No bullets, shell casings or DNA that could be found unless something came up on tests run at the lab. Nothing except footprints which, from preliminary investigation of both scenes, kill site and dump site, was all they got this time too.
“We know he wears construction boots,” Frank answered. “But since every third guy in this county wears motorcycle boots, cowboy boots or construction boots, that narrows our suspect pool down to about two thousand guys.”
Chace could hear the frustration in Frank’s voice and he understood it. He wanted to get this guy for four reasons. The guy was a murderer likely times two, at the very least, and he needed to be stopped. CPD had a nasty case file open and unsolved that fell on them during a time when it was infested. Frank wanted to make an important bust because it would look good. And he wanted this off Chace’s shoulders and he was one of the few men who knew it was weighing there. Not because Chace had shared. Because he worked side by side with Frank and Frank was observant.
“He’s not local, Frank,” Chace said quietly. “He’s a professional. He could be from anywhere.”