Captive Justice: A Private Investigator Mystery Series (A Jake & Annie Lincoln Thriller Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

she’d found and ended with, “There’s no indication of how the abduction took place, but because her papers, purse, and keys were inside the vehicle, I assume she was heading home when they kidnapped her.”
    “And with easy access to the parking area,” Jake added. “It would be a simple task.”
    Annie stared at the ceiling and frowned. “I wonder why she was chosen?”
    “Because the Goulds have money.”
    “Yes, but why her specifically?”
    Jake shrugged. “Probably just the luck of the draw.”
    Annie glanced at the phone and then back at Jake. “You’re probably right. I didn’t hear anything on the recording that might indicate she was targeted in any way.”
    “Now we have to wait for the kidnapper to call back, but first I’ll call Dr. Gould,” Jake said, as he picked up the phone.
    He explained their findings to the doctor and arranged to go to the bank with him later in the afternoon.
    Annie looked at her watch. “And now, let’s have some lunch.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
     
    Wednesday, August 31st, 12:54 PM
     
    DETECTIVE HANK CORNING was at his desk in the Richmond Hill Police Department when the call came in. It was transferred to him immediately.
    The caller’s name was Dr. Arthur Gould and he was reporting the abduction of his wife, Linda Gould.
    Hank leaned forward, grabbed a pen and scribbled down the address. He assured the doctor it was top priority, and a detail would be there immediately.
    He hung up the phone, memorized the address and then spun around. “Callaway, we have a kidnapping. I need your guys on this right away.” He handed Callaway the address. “Get there ASAP.”
    “Right away, Hank.”
    Callaway was a whiz with all things technical. Whether it was computer related or installing a wire or other recording device, Callaway was the one everyone turned to to get the job done.
    Hank sat back and contemplated the grim situation. He was always affected personally when people preyed on others and this was no exception.
    Though he usually worked alone, he would swallow his pride and get Simon King to help on this one. He’d teamed up once before with the greasy-haired cop. He didn’t like him and didn’t like being around him, but this was no time for personal feelings to get in the way.
    He dialed King’s cell.
    “Detective King.”
    “King, it’s Hank. We have a kidnapping. You busy right now?”
    “Just talking to a CI. Nothing that can’t wait.”
    Hank gave him Dr. Gould’s address. “Get there right away. I’ll meet you there.”
    King assured him he would and Hank hung up the phone and strode from the precinct.
    Being a modest-sized city, Richmond Hill had a small robbery/homicide division. Kidnapping fell under its jurisdiction, and Hank, as head of robbery/homicide, pretty much ran things the way he saw fit. As long as he got the job done, the captain gave him a lot of free rein.
    King’s car was already pulled up to the curb in front of the Gould home when Hank got there. King jumped from the vehicle and joined him.
    Hank frowned at King’s stringy, unkempt hair, the three days worth of beard on his face and his sloppy clothes. “You better not sit on the sofa,” he said.
    King laughed. “When you work in narcotics, you have to fit in.”
    Hank grunted. “Well, at least tuck in your shirt.” He stepped onto the pathway leading to the house. “I apologize for dragging you away from your friends, but this is urgent.”
    King shrugged. “It’s all the same to me.”
    Hank rapped the doorknocker and stood back. The man who answered the door a moment later looked at King curiously and then at Hank.
    They introduced themselves and the doctor ushered them into the foyer and said, “I was unsure about calling you at first. The kidnapper said not to call the police, but I’m concerned about my wife’s safety.” He motioned toward the living room.
    King eyed the sofa, glanced at Hank, and then sat down carefully. Hank sat at the