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The Wrong House von Keating, James D. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 09.10.2012
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The Wrong House

Chicago police detectives Jim Ryan and his partner Brian Dwyer are struggling with family problems, department politics, and are under investigation by Internal Affairs for possible federal civil right violations when they killed two armed robbers. Now they are being assigned to assist in the hunt for a crew of home invaders that have been terrorizing the city and suburbs.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 375
    Erscheinungsdatum: 09.10.2012
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781624881442
    Verlag: BookBaby
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The Wrong House


It was six o'clock when Ryan and Dwyer got back to their office in CIU. Helms was in his office with his feet up on the corner of the desk reading a report; he looked up when he saw them in the outer office. "Come on in, I thought you two got lost up north."

The detectives sat in the two gray metal chairs across the desk from Helms. "Can't you use your clout with Murphy to get us some decent furniture?" Dwyer asked as he squirmed to adjust the loose back on the chair.

"Murphy said we were lucky to get what we got; the city's broke and can't afford new furniture. He said he knew you two would scrounge up anything we needed." He threw the report he was reading into his open attaché case on the desk and pulled his feet down. He nodded toward the report and said, "That's all we got so far on that score last night. What did you learn up in Lincolnwood?"

"We learned that they got a lot less crime and made a helluva lot more money than we do," Ryan said.

"And they got a lot more comfortable chairs than we do," Dwyer said. "I should have boosted a couple of them when I was there." He opened his notebook to the notes he took at the meeting in Lincolnwood. "We got copies of all of the scores in the suburbs and the earlier one in Area Five. Grecco gave the other departments everything he had. There is a lot of physical evidence and DNA evidence from the two women that were molested but no suspect at this time."

"It looks like the same crew did all of the scores," he glanced in the file folder and continued, "house alarms circumvented at the telephone box, entry through a back door, family taped up. All dressed in dark clothes and masked. Probably white, and one sounded like a hillbilly. Last night the one mope got careless he wanted specific pieces of jewelry, he's the one that left the DNA evidence."

Helms took a piece of hard candy from a jar on his desk, unwrapped it and put it in his mouth. "These weren't random scores; someone is setting them up. Have they found a common denominator yet; same alarm company, same insurance agent, anything in common?"

Ryan answered, "Not yet. We've got three different alarm companies, none of the reports mentioned the insurance company or broker. We asked the suburban dicks to re-interview the victims for that information and also any place where they've worn the jewelry in the last few months like a certain restaurant, or social event where it might have been seen. Some of the bigger pieces weren't the kind you wear every day."

"How about bank boxes at the same bank, somebody is giving information to that crew," Helms said.

"They all did have one thing in common," said Dwyer, each one of them and some of their neighbors had several false burglar alarms go off. The police responded but there was no evidence of an attempted entry. Each time it was written off as a false alarm, nothing unusual at that time."

"Did they check the telephone box for any tampering?" Helms asked.

"I don't know, I'll check," Ryan said and made a note of that in the file folder.

Just then a deafening thump came from the overhead air duct as the air conditioning unit kicked on. "Jesus... I thought the electricians were going to fix that," Ryan said as dust blew out of the vent.

"Don't beef about it, at least it's running," Helms said. "What else did you get from the meeting?"

"Two things," Dwyer said, "One, the family from the first score in Lincolnwood where the woman was molested went on an extended vacation right after the incident. They never told the Lincolnwood

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