HOSTAGE (To Love A Killer) Read Online Free PDF

night.”
                  Linden stared at her, mouth gaping. Seriously? she thought. He was that surprised she undermined him?
                  Sarah paced back towards the body, distancing herself from Linden. She was sick of staring at his bloated face and aging sympathetic eyes, the combination of which inspired pity in her mostly, but also annoyance. She couldn’t get mad at someone she pitied, and yet she was constantly annoyed at his incompetence. He needed to retire, but in a lot of ways, so did she. At forty-eight the job had done more than take its toll. Sarah was tired, exhausted by the futility of trying to make a difference and failing daily. The crimes on these streets too often went unsolved. Most of the time, she didn’t even know what she was doing out here, what purpose she was serving, until she looked at Linden. He reminded her of what she wasn’t doing, sitting on her ass and waiting for her pension to kick in. Retirement wasn’t an option. She knew herself. She would work until the day she died.
                  Detective Sarah Voss kneeled down beside the body, studying it in attempts to catch anything she may have missed prior.
                  The body, identified as Dale Williams, a man from central New Hampshire, otherwise known as the lake’s region, lay on the ground at an awkward angle. Whoever had shot him had their back to the canal railing..
                  The unis had collected shell casings and the lab was able to identify the make of the gun that killed him. Now they just needed to find it.
                  Sarah stared at the man’s face as disgust emerged from the pit of her stomach, spreading through every cell in her body. She got the overwhelming feeling that this man deserved it, not that she would ever share that instinct with Linden. Linden had been thinking she was going a little coo-coo for months now. He made it no secret.
                  The feeling that the dead man had deserved his death was strong in Sarah’s gut.  Once it gripped hold of her, she couldn’t shake it.
                  “New Hampshire man,” said Linden, hovering over her, reviewing the body as well. “What was he doing down here? Why was he at the sugar factory when there was nothing going on here but runaways selling smack?”
                  Sarah rolled her eyes, not that he could see. His sophomoric detective skills made her want to laugh and cry in a torrent of frustration.
                  “Did the unis find any kids that may have talked to him?” She asked.
                  “No,” he said, “but the diver is here.”
                  Sarah lifted her gaze. The diver lowered from the railing into the water at just that moment.
                  “If it turns out to be a gang gun,” said Linden, “it’ll send us on a wild goose chase.”
                  Sarah knew it would be a gang gun. She was counting on it. A gang would easily give up the name and description of the person they had sold the weapon to. She knew that because she knew the shooter had not been from any gang. The story behind this killing had nothing to do with the sugar factory it had taken place behind. It had nothing to do with Brooklyn. In her gut, Detective Sarah Voss knew that the story behind this killing was much larger than either of them could ever imagine.
                  “We got the weapon!” shouted a uni from the railing.
                  Linden sauntered over, as though he was in no rush.
                  Sarah’s cell phone vibrated in her pocket as she followed, trailing slowly behind Linden.
                  “Voss,” she said.
                  It was the station calling. They had gotten an anonymous call, and dispatch thought to patch it through, routing the call all the way to