Snapped
by
C. M. Sutter
Copyright © 2017
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C.M. Sutter is a crime fiction writer who resides in the Midwest, although she is originally from California.
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Snapped: An Agent Jade Monroe FBI Crime Thriller, Book 1
Murder happens in Houston, but when the most recent murders take on disturbing similarities, local law enforcement officers fear a serial killer is roaming their streets.
Former sheriff’s department sergeant Jade Monroe has just graduated from the FBI’s serial crimes unit in homicide and is called to Houston with her partner, J.T. Harper, to take on her first assignment—apprehending the person responsible for these gruesome crimes.
With victims piling up and the clock ticking, Jade and J.T. need to intensify their search because there’s no sign the killer is slowing down.
After a late-night epiphany while she’s alone, Jade suddenly comes face to face with the killer, and now Jade is missing. The clock continues to tick—but this time it’s for her.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 1
He had to be the first to die—it was only fitting. After all, Ted Arneson’s mistakes had initiated the domino effect that turned a typical afternoon into Jordan’s worst nightmare.
She had followed him for days and knew his every movement. She was in the next booth at Finley’s when Ted took his wife, Amanda, out to dinner. And during the rainstorm last Tuesday, Jordan was right behind the couple and their daughter, Megan, as they stood in line at the grocery store. Staying within earshot helped Jordan plan her revenge. She wouldn’t be happy until every person responsible was checked off her list and dead.
She sat in the driver’s seat of her dark blue Accord and drummed the steering wheel with her well-manicured nails. Nervousness had set in and made her squirm with anticipation, but she was excited nonetheless. Six months to the day had gone by, and it was time. Jordan watched from a half block away, her car tucked neatly behind a wide tree. Today, Amanda and the daughter were leaving town for an extended visit with the child’s grandparents. Jordan had Ted all to herself.
She tore away the red cellophane strip on the cigarette pack and peeled back the foil. The cancer sticks stood neatly side by side like sardines packed in a tin can. She pulled the first one out with her long nails and slipped it between her lips. With the lighter grasped in her hand and her thumb on the roller wheel, Jordan gave a quick flick that sent a small burst of fire out the tip. The cigarette’s end sizzled and turned orange when it touched the flame. She sucked in that first long drag.
Movement at the Arneson house caught her eye, and Jordan’s back stiffened. She sat up straight, her eyes laser focused as the garage door rose. Amanda, holding the child’s hand, walked out first. The lift gate on the SUV sprang open when she clicked the key fob. Suitcases appeared to weigh Ted’s arms down as he approached the vehicle and tossed them in the back. He slammed the gate, secured the child in the car seat, and kissed his wife goodbye.
Isn’t that sweet? Too bad it’s the last time they’ll ever see you alive.
Jordan turned the key in the ignition and pressed the window button on her armrest. Ribbons of smoke streamed out into the October air. She took another deep draw on the cigarette and held her position as the family waved their goodbyes and Amanda backed out of the driveway. Once Ted had returned to the house, Jordan shifted the car into Drive and crept forward. She’d stay far enough back to avoid detection, and with all day to plan her move, she wasn’t pressed for time. Jordan followed Amanda out of their suburban neighborhood and all the way to the airport on the northeast side of Houston. She had to be confident that the wife and daughter were long gone. What she had planned for Ted later would definitely take some time.
With a last-second turn, Jordan pulled into a gas station directly across from the Airport Shuttle and Speedy Park. When she saw the flash of the left taillight of Amanda’s SUV, she shifted into Park and waited. Within minutes, Jordan caught a glimpse of Amanda and the daughter boarding the shuttle. The driver took their bags and loaded them, and they were whisked away. With a final look at the van heading toward the departures area, Jordan felt confident enough to continue with her plan. She sped away and drove the twenty-minute freeway route to the Store-All facility where everything she needed to complete her tasks was in a sixteen-by-twenty-five-foot storage unit. With a click of her left-hand blinker, Jordan pulled into the driveway and stopped at the gate. She slid her key card into the slot, the arm lifted, and she pulled in. Her storage space was in Row C. Unit 66 was at the far end, right where she liked it, and the spot afforded her the privacy she needed. She parked the car alongside the garage and killed the engine then rounded her vehicle, pulled the brass-colored key out of her pocket, and turned it in the lock. With the door latch in her right hand, she lifted the roller door and clicked on the lig
ht. Inside sat a white cargo van. She opened its double back doors and stepped in. Everything she needed had been loaded in the back a week prior, but double-checking couldn’t hurt. With a smile of satisfaction, Jordan slammed the doors, climbed inside, and backed out. She pulled her car in to fill the vacated space then lowered the garage door, locked it, and gave the handle a strong tug to make sure it was secure. She looked forward to the cover of darkness, when Ted would be relaxing at home—all alone. She’d make sure he’d have a slow, painful death and get everything he deserved. Jordan lit another cigarette, cranked up the music, and headed home.
Chapter 2
It felt good to finally be home. After four months of specialized training in the FBI’s Serial Homicide Division in Quantico, I had arrived back in North Bend late last night and would begin my new position with the FBI tomorrow morning. I had to thank Dave Spencer for expediting my entry into that intense training program. I was now part of the special unit in serial homicide crimes at the new regional office right in Milwaukee. The location was a godsend.
My mind was clear, I had a new focus, and I would push forward to help apprehend the worst serial killers, including my dad’s murderer. I didn’t care what the end result would be in that case—dead or alive, preferably dead, was fine with me. I wanted Max Sims off the streets so he couldn’t kill another innocent person.
That fall day was cool and sunny. Autumn leaves crunched under our feet as my sister, Amber, and I walked to the gravesite. A slight breeze found its way down the collar of my jacket and made me shiver. I pulled the zipper up higher—I’d never been a fan of the cold. With a swipe across the stone, I brushed the leaves off the granite memorial, and we took our places on the grass. My fingers outlined his name—Thomas Charles Monroe—carved deeply in the stone. Amber pulled up a blade of grass and positioned it between her thumb knuckles. She cupped her hand and blew over the single strip of grass. A deep birdlike call sounded. Her eyes twinkled with happiness, but tears quickly pooled in her lower lids.
“I can still do it, Daddy. You taught me how to do that when I was seven years old, and I still have the knack.”
I squeezed her hand. “Dad is laughing right now, you know. You’ve always made him happy, hon.”
Amber checked the time on her cell phone and sighed deeply. “Come on. Jack and Kate are meeting us in ten minutes.” She held out her hand and pulled me up.
With a heavy heart and a prayer, we said goodbye to our dad and told him how much we loved and missed him. Amber positioned the bouquet of flowers perfectly under his name, then we each placed a small pebble on his gravestone—a symbol that someone had been there to visit. With my arm around her shoulder, Amber and I turned and walked back to the car.
We met up with Jack and Kate at Joey’s Bar and Grill. A round of welcome-home hugs and kisses made me feel happy and loved by the best friends I could ever hope to have. Inside, at a cozy corner bar table, we ordered our beers and browsed the latest additions to the menu.
I leaned in, my chin propped in my hands and my elbows on the table. “I want to hear everything that’s going on, guys. I hate being out of the loop.”
Jack began by saying how different it was to have Horbeck as his new partner. Horbeck was a bit more predictable than I was, which made things somewhat dull. A round of laughter erupted as we clanked our beer mugs against each other’s.
“You didn’t hear that from me, though.” Jack chuckled. “It’s good to have you home, Jade. It’s like something was missing in our lives for the past four months.”
“No kidding, dork, it was me.” I gave him a playful punch to the shoulder. “Seriously, though, thanks for the sweet words, partner. I guess you’re stuck with that title. You’ll always be my partner, even if it’s only to catch up or share information on cases.” I looked from face to face. “No sightings or chatter coming in anymore?”
They all knew what I meant—I didn’t need to mention his name.
“Sorry, but no,” Kate said as she redirected the conversation. “So what do you think? Amber and I are deputies now. Pretty sweet, huh?”
I knew she was trying to change the subject, bless her heart, and I smiled. “Yeah, that is pretty sweet. You’ll have to watch those doughnuts, though. Sitting in a squad car all day setting up speed traps along the highway will quickly give you both fat asses.”
Amber shushed me. “Lieutenant Clark said he’s going to shake up the department soon.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. Move people around would be my guess.”
I turned my head. “Jack?”
He nodded. “Sooner or later we were going to need more detectives now that you bailed on us.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Jack took a sip of his beer. “But seriously, I’m sure he’s thinking of staffing the bull pen with a few more people.” He jerked his chin toward Kate. “And she has her own specialty as a psychic consultant when the need arises. I’m sure he’ll clue us in on his plan soon enough. Anyway, how was Quantico?”
“Crazy cool but intense. Dave Spencer introduced me to a lot of the top dogs in the serial homicide unit. Amber, someday when you join the FBI and train to be a profiler, you’ll see exactly what I mean. The main headquarters is in downtown Milwaukee, but the new regional serial homicide division has its own building in Glendale. That’ll make my daily drive a bit quicker, plus I won’t get tangled up in the Milwaukee gridlock. From what I’ve been told, they run a lean and mean department. Guess I’ll find out firsthand tomorrow.”
“What areas of the US do they cover?” Kate asked.
“From what I’ve been told, this new unit covers the Midwest and the plains states. I’m really excited to get started.”
Amber grinned. “Sounds like your kind of people, sis.”
“I agree, and I hope I fit in. They already know by my profile that I’m willing to travel whenever and wherever they have to go. Not married, no kids, and I’ll always have a ‘go bag’ packed. I can leave at the drop of a hat.”
Jack gave me a concerned look. “Just make sure you’re doing this for the right reason, Jade. I know you want to apprehend Max Sims for your dad’s sake, but check yourself daily. You need to be at your best for other people too.”
“Thanks, Jack, and you know I will. I’ve always appreciated your honesty.”
After our lunch of burgers and beers, Amber and I left for home. I had more paperwork to go over before Monday, and I hoped to spend some quiet time with her while I had the chance. I knew this new position would have me traveling often to different states, and I wanted to make sure she felt safe and comfortable at home since she would be spending occasional nights alone.
Inside the house, I jiggled the newly installed patio doors and looked over the secondary set of doors carefully. A decorative but highly functional set of wrought-iron security gates fit in front of the glass sliders. They would always be locked as a double precaution unless we were out on the deck. I took a seat at the kitchen table and read through the manual for the high-tech alarm system that was put in right before I left for Quantico. I hadn’t had time to read it over until now.
“Do you know everything there is to know about the alarm system, sis?”
“Uh-huh. I read it three times, and if somebody tries to disable it, or the electricity, a signal will go directly to the police station.”
“Good. This place will be as secure as Fort Knox soon enough. All we’re lacking is a panic room in the basement.” I chuckled at Amber’s expression. “I’m kidding. You have a big gun, sis. Just make sure it’s always within reach. If anyone gets past the security system and the locked gate, go ahead and shoot them.”
“You know I will.”
“Just make sure it isn’t a friend or family first. After that, all bets are off.” I stood and stretched. “I’ve got to change the paper in Polly and Porky’s cage.” I studied Amber’s face before I walked away, and saw concern. “Honey, whenever I have to l
eave for a few days, there’s always the option of staying with Mom.”
“I know, but I want to be tough and fearless like you, Jade. I’ll be damned if I’m going to live my life being afraid like Kate was for so many years.”
“Give it time, Amber. I promise it will get better.” I glanced at the spot where my dad and the recliner had sat that horrible night four months earlier. I didn’t want to dwell on that vision etched in my mind, and I needed to be strong for my sister. I’d never tell her how many nights I cried myself to sleep. I gave Amber a hug then went to my bedroom to tend to my beloved birds.
Chapter 3
That night, Jordan parked the van two blocks from Ted’s house and exited the vehicle. She scanned the street when she got out—secluded and dark. At the end of a cul-de-sac devoid of street lamps, she could move about unseen. She rounded the van and opened the back doors. She reached in, grabbed the black backpack she had packed earlier that day, and slung it over her left shoulder. The contents would do the trick and last her several days if necessary.
Ted Arneson was a surveyor by trade, and his miscalculation in the property lines between Jordan’s home and her neighbor’s was what had started the chain of events that caused the tragedy six months prior. It was time to right the wrong.
Thanks to the moonless night and her black attire, Jordan knew her movements would be virtually invisible as she followed the easement between the lot lines. Most homes had well-lit kitchens and dinettes that faced the back of the house. With the blinds open and a false sense of privacy, nobody could have a clue that fifty feet out, somebody was watching. Jordan knew the route, and once she arrived at the backyards on Ted’s street, she counted the houses. His was the sixth from the corner.
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