Chapter 10Brady expected sundown to bring a change in Cole. Creature of the night and all that jazz had to mean something. What he got was a vampire stretched out on his couch and a phone call from Webster.
“We figured out who broke into the frat house,” Webster said without bothering with a greeting.
Brady’s gaze snapped to the kitchen doorway, but Cole was too busy laughing at a Friends rerun to have heard Webster. He retreated to the farthest corner away and asked, keeping his voice lowered, “Who is he? Did you bring him in for questioning?”
“Didn’t have to. He’s laid out on a slab in the morgue.”
Brady listened in chilling silence as Webster explained how the John Doe’s prints matched the ones lifted from the busted lock. His heart skipped a beat when he heard how the man had died.
