Blood Score Read Online Free PDF Page B

shrugged.
    Cronan listened for the noise. “There it is again. You hear it now?” He pointed. “It came from over here.”
     

Oz Park – After Midnight
     
    People carrying a rabbit’s foot for good luck made no sense to Cronan, considering what happened to the rabbit. He didn’t think of himself as a lucky man, but he did believe a guy made his own damned luck if he paid attention. When he stepped away from the body to search the ground around the twisted tree, he felt like a fortunate man. Given the noise of a crime scene, it had been a stroke of good luck that he’d heard the sound at all.
    He knelt by the massive root system and took out a Kel-lite from his pocket. He flashed its beam into the shadows near the roots. Something shiny caught his attention. He reached in with a gloved hand and pulled out what he’d found to show his partner.
    “A cell phone,” Angel said. “Sweet.”
    The phone looked new—slick and black—like it hadn’t been outdoors and exposed to the elements.
    “ That phone could belong to our murder victim,” she said.
    “ Or the killer,” Cronan said. “Either way, we got a lucky break.”
    He flipped open the phone and held it up in his gloved hand for Angel to see.
    “The voicemail message alert is set to vibrate,” he said. “That was the humming I heard. Maybe we’ll find a name in here.”
    His partner leaned over his shoulder and watched him examine the cell phone for the registered owner information. He hit the keys using the tip of his pen. When he found what he searched for, he looked her in the eye.
    “We’ll have to confirm this, but it appears our vic’s name is Olivia Davenport,” he said. “And she’s got mail.”
    Cronan punched up the voice mail message and hit the speaker button for Angel to hear a man’s voice on several messages.
    “He knows her well enough not to leave his name. It sounds like she missed a dinner date,” he said. “We’ll definitely want to talk to this guy.” After playing the last message, he searched Olivia Davenport’s directory of contacts to match the phone number with the caller’s name. “All she has listed for him is the name Ethan, but let’s see who answers.”
    He hit the call back button and the phone rang until it rolled into voice mail. He ended the call without saying anything after he heard the outgoing message. ‘ At the tone, you know what to do .’ No name given, first or last, but it was the same voice as the caller named Ethan.
    “ With a name, we can run a background check on our vic to find next of kin and locate an address through DMV.” Angel stared down at the body. “I hate being the messenger, but with the media on this, we’ve got to locate and notify the family ASAP. There’s no telling what these reporters will show on TV in the morning or run in the papers. If it bleeds, it leads.”
    Angel jotted a note and added, “She doesn’t look the type who’d ride a bus here. DMV will give us a vehicle description to look for.”
    “ Yeah, I hear that,” Cronan agreed. “You’re way ahead of me.”
    “ I’ll take that.” Schumacher held open a plastic evidence bag and waited for him to drop the cell phone into it. “I’ll let you know what we find out and put a rush on it.”
    “ Yeah, thanks.”
    The phone would be processed for fingerprints and examined for other evidence. The contact information for people that the victim had listed would be downloaded. They’d need a warrant to obtain Olivia Davenport’s phone records to help them build a case and pin down her whereabouts prior to the murder.
    But for now, they had a potential ID on the victim and a phone number to trace for a guy named Ethan. Between any calls the victim might have made while she was still alive and Ethan’s ‘ where are you ’ messages, the time stamp for the calls would help narrow the timeline of what happened before she died.
    “ We’ve got a name and a place to start. Have you seen enough?” he