The City PI and the Country Cop

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Teague spent Wednesday with his team, going over everything that needed to done at the agency. He put Jake in charge during his absence, which went over well with the other investigators. Jake was not only competent but well-liked, even by the old-timers who worked for Teague.

With that accomplished, Teague picked up his car, which had needed new tires, and went home to pack. After a good night’s sleep, he took off on Thursday morning, heading to Collingswood. Just over eight hours later he was checking in at a national chain motel.

When he got to his room, the first thing he did was call Detective Slater at the police station. The man wasn’t there so Teague left a brief message asking him to return his call, telling him it was related to the murder of Chris Frye.

Fifteen minutes later, while he was still unpacking, Detective Slater called back.

“How can I help you, Mr. Donovan?” Slater asked.

“We spoke approximately two years ago about the serial killings involving Chris Frye. It was soon after his remains had been identified and given to his brother.”

Slater paused, and Teague had the feeling he was trying to remember the call. Then the man said, “Yes, I recall the conversation. You wanted to know the details.”

“I still do.”

“Why?”

Surprised at the question, Teague replied, “I gather you’re not aware that there was another killing, four days ago on the other side of the state, which closely resembles the MO of your serial killer.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about it. But there are a couple of differences.”

“Such as?”

Slater chuckled. “You should know how we work. We hold back information and to be honest I see no reason to tell you, even though you are a PI, if I remember correctly.”

“I am.” Teague drummed his fingers on his thigh. “Would it be possible for us to talk in person sometime tomorrow?”

“I take it from that statement you’re in town?”

“Yes. I’m at the Courtyard.”

There was another pause before Slater said, “Come in at nine. Do you know where the precinct house is?”

“No, but I can Google it.”

Slater laughed. “How about I give you the address. We’re not that far from where you’re staying.” He did, then without further ado said that he’d see Teague in the morning and hung up.

At least he didn’t shut me down. Now the question, how much can, or more to the point, will he be willing to tell me.