FBI Agent Jade Monroe: Live or Die 03-Blood Reckoning
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Blood Reckoning
by
C. M. Sutter
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Blood Reckoning
FBI Agent Jade Monroe - Live or Die Series, Book 3
What should be a lazy Saturday for Agent Jade Monroe turns out to be anything but. Wakened by an urgent call from her partner, she’s told that she won’t have the day off after all—five homeless people have been murdered overnight.
Days later, five more people are found murdered, including the daughter of Milwaukee’s mayor. Police discover that every victim had a loved one with connections to the mayor himself. Finding out why becomes a daunting task, and nobody in the mayor’s circle is talking.
Is there a murder cover-up in play, and if so, what does it have to do with Mayor Kent, a member of both Milwaukee’s upper echelon and one of the most wealthy families in the state?
The answers will come, but at what cost? Jade has to solve the murders, but doing so will involve the biggest risk of her life.
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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 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 1
The warehouse had been abandoned for years. Had it been located in an area of Milwaukee that anyone cared about, the people who came and went during the late-night hours would have raised a red flag, but they didn’t. The city’s cream-colored brick building had seen better days, and the structure was an accident waiting to happen, yet the Condemned and No Trespassing signs at every point of entry went unheeded.
The working class who’d lived near the defunct manufacturing neighborhood twenty years earlier had long ago moved on to different jobs and greener pastures. Homeless and derelict people occupied the few blocks, along with some who were there for a private meeting.
Fires for light and warmth burned in fifty-gallon drums scattered throughout the lower level. The regulars arrived at the warehouse to introduce their recruits to Jacob and Evelyn, the leaders of the group. They’d chosen Milwaukee’s rebels, those who had committed crimes throughout the city in the name of the greater good. The recruits were the ones who’d vowed to help expose the city’s hypocrites, the worst offenders of them all, and they intended to make good on that promise.
Pallets had been stacked into a makeshift stage and stood several feet higher than the cracked concrete floor below.
Several recruits sat cross-legged three feet from the stage, and standing at their backs were the people who had convinced them to help expose the true criminals of society.
From the darkened rear of the building, a man and a woman entered the room and stepped up to the stage. They welcomed the recruits and thanked them for wanting to help right the wrongs they’d encountered.
The recruits would have to prove themselves worthy before joining the final and most important mission. Because no one was allowed to speak of the group—including where they congregated, who they were with, or why they were there—the final mission would be revealed at a later date.
The plan had been in the works for some time and was near completion. Once every i was dotted and every t crossed, the takedown would be implemented. Targets would be identified in several phases, and Jacob and Evelyn insisted they had undeniable proof that those people needed to die. The tasks would be difficult and dangerous to complete, and they needed extra help to ensure the mission’s success.
Each recruit drew an identical knife and envelope from a basket that was passed around. Inside the envelopes were instructions that they needed to complete as part of their initiation, a way to prove they were loyal to the cause. If successful, they would be given one more task—a daring one—and upon its completion, the final and most dangerous mission would take place.
Jacob spoke up. “I want every recruit to complete the instructions as written on the note inside the envelope they chose. Open your envelope and read the instructions now. This will be your one and only opportunity to leave the group without consequences. Speak up if you can’t complete the task laid out in the instructions. The task needs to take place tonight with photo proof of its completion presented to us tomorrow.” He nodded. “Go ahead. Read your task and tell me your decision.” He pointed at the person on his far left. “What’s your answer?”
The recruit nodded. “I’m on board.”
“Good. Next?” Jacob questioned the remaining recruits, and only one said he couldn’t go through with the instructions. Jacob tipped his head toward the door, giving the person standing at the recruit’s back the cue to remove him from the room.
The recruit stood and was led
out of the building.
Evelyn folded her hands, whispered a prayer for success, and asked everyone to leave. It was time for the recruits to go out, prove themselves, then return the next day to share their stories with the others.
Chapter 2
I loved Saturdays when I wasn’t on the road. I would lie in my comfy bed until the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon drew me out like a magnet. Amber enjoyed cooking, and her culinary expertise was definitely one reason that I appreciated the fact that my sister lived with me and hadn’t mentioned getting her own place over the past four years. The same was true for Kate. She was our dearest friend and a great sounding board, especially since she had that sixth sense, her uncanny psychic detective abilities. She had solved many crimes with that gift, and all the people who’d scoffed at her skills years ago were now true believers. Kate was also a neat freak, and that was a godsend in our hectic lives since we were always on the go. Luckily, our shared cat, Spaz, was self-sufficient, and as long as he had his favorite kibbles and a fresh bowl of water, he was good to go.
When I heard Amber’s bedroom door open and close, I smiled. That meant breakfast would be ready in a half hour, and I could dreamily remain in bed for another thirty minutes. Just as I dozed off again, my phone rang.
I groaned before lifting my head off the pillow. “You have to be kidding!” I snatched my phone from the nightstand and checked the time before answering. I was fully prepared to give a telemarketer an earful, but these days, even the telemarketers used nothing but robocalls. I could still yell into the phone, but the satisfaction of telling someone off just wasn’t the same. It was only seven forty-five, which would normally irritate the heck out of me, especially on a Saturday morning, but when I saw the name on the screen, I knew it had to be important.
“Renz, what’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you on what could have been a peaceful Saturday.”
“What could have been, meaning it won’t be?”
“Yeah, I’m not liking the idea of working on a rare Saturday off any more than you are, but there’s been several disturbing discoveries overnight.”
After sitting up in bed, I thanked Amber with a nod. She’d just brought me a cup of coffee, placed it on the nightstand, and walked out. I assumed she heard my phone ring and figured it was a work-related call.
I took a much-needed sip of the brew before continuing. “So what are the disturbing discoveries?”
“Five bodies were found by homeless people this morning.”
I raised my brows. Having five people die in Milwaukee in one night wasn’t unusual, and that was especially true if they were all homeless. Many homeless people were drug abusers, and they were easily taken advantage of and beaten to death or died of disease, illness, starvation, or weather exposure.
“So the bodies were found around the camps?”
“Sounds that way, at least in the general area.”
“Right, and why should we be involved? The homeless aren’t usually the healthiest of people to begin with.”
Renz let out a long groan. “Because every one of them had their throats slashed.”
I was stunned and had to process what he’d just told me. “You did say these bodies were found in different areas, didn’t you?”
“I did. So either one person was pretty busy all night, or there were multiple killers. When I say scattered around, I don’t mean within blocks of each other. They were found throughout Milwaukee County, and that covers a lot of territory.”
“Wow. It almost sounds like a coordinated attack.”
“We can’t get ahead of ourselves, but we do need to get to the office. Taft is being briefed by the sheriff since every victim was found in a different police district. Deputies and officers are at each scene and have already reported in to their direct supervisors. The bodies haven’t been moved, and considering the quantity and manner of death, local law enforcement thought it prudent to get ahold of Taft. We’re considering these deaths as serial crimes, and even though the murders may not have been done by one hand, the totality of it still falls in that category.”
“Because it could have been a group effort?”
“Yes, and no matter if one person held the knife or three, because the manner was the same, the murders themselves would count as a serial crime. There’s no way five homeless people killed on the same night in the same way is a coincidence.”
I had to agree. “Okay, I should be at the office within an hour. At least traffic won’t be an issue today.” I hung up and dove into the shower for a quick rinse. Within ten minutes, I was dressed and had my hair sleeked back into a ponytail. I yelled down the hallway to Amber that all I needed was a travel cup of coffee and a bagel. I would have to forego that delicious breakfast she was preparing, but if I was lucky, I could snag a strip of bacon on my way out the door.
Thankful that it was Saturday, I wouldn’t have to give Taft the typical traffic excuses I usually gave for my late arrival.
After passing through the gate in that one-hour time frame I had promised Renz, I dropped off my briefcase, and because our shared office was empty, I assumed he was there and either grabbing a coffee or already in the conference room. I headed there since I still had coffee in my travel cup.
I found everyone from our team seated around the table, and because I had the farthest to drive and it was an unscheduled meeting, nobody gave me that “you’re late again” headshake. We were all on board and ready to get busy, especially since we had five murders to deal with at once.
I wasn’t worried about what I’d missed. Renz would update me if needed. All Taft said she knew was that the people who reported the crimes were also homeless and had been dumpster diving or milling around the area that morning when they came upon the individuals. They found the nearest person with a phone, or the nearest store that was open, and asked them to call 911. The descriptions of the deceased were all the same—one long and deep slash across the neck. The victim had no chance of survival and likely bled out immediately.
“Did any of the callers know or recognize the victims?” I asked.
Maureen shook her head. “I don’t have that information yet. What’s most important at this moment is to have Dave establish times of death for each victim to see if there actually was a way that one person could have committed the crimes. Yet the estimated TOD is often too broad to really narrow down if one killer could move about the county fast enough, find victims to target, complete the act, and then do that four more times within that time frame Dave gives us.”
David Mann—or just Dave, as he preferred—was the medical examiner for Milwaukee County and had been for years. I was sure he and his team would have their work cut out for them on this case.
“Has Dave gone to any of the scenes yet?” Fay asked.
“He’s been to two of them, and so far, he’s said the neck injuries were relatively the same—ear-to-ear slashes. There weren’t any other wounds visible, but he said he’d know more after the bodies were on the autopsy tables and washed down thoroughly.”
I grimaced. “I’d imagine besides the time of death, Dave should be able to tell if the slashes were the same depth, were done using the same amount of force, and if the fatal injuries were done left to right or right to left. That would tell us if the perp was one and the same.”
“And so would the actual wound,” Renz said. “If the same person committed every crime, then he’d likely use the same knife, wouldn’t you think?”
Maureen cocked her head. “That depends and could go several ways. If he wants us to think different people were responsible, he may use a variety of knives, or if several people actually were responsible, they may all buy identical knives. I’d trust the depth of the wounds as well as the right or left motion before I’d trust the blade type. Personal mannerisms can’t be altered as easily as knife types can.”
Maureen had a point, and we would have to wait for the autopsy reports before we knew how many killer
s we were dealing with.
“Do homeless people even carry identification, and does law enforcement know the victims’ names yet?” Charlotte asked.
“The police have started canvassing the area, but I want all of you there too. We’ll be the lead if these murders are actually connected. You’ll go to the crime scenes, track down the callers—the police or deputies can point them out—and then ask those people and other residents at the camps if they knew the deceased by name. Press them. Homeless people have a way of clamming up. They prefer to be left alone. If any of the vics did have IDs, that’ll help speed up our ability to notify their next of kin.”
I huffed. “If the next of kin even want to be involved. Many times, homeless people have been ostracized by their family. They’re deemed as outcasts.”
Maureen agreed. “That’s true, but we’ll do the best we can.”
Renz took his turn. “So divide up and hit every crime scene?”
“Yes. I have the addresses here, and you guys can decide who goes where.” Maureen slid the printed reports to us, and Renz passed them out.
“Jade and I will go to the two scenes where Dave and his team have already been since there’s only four sets of us and five crime scenes.”
“Okay. Head out, then, and keep me posted.”
Chapter 3
That morning, the recruits were led into the same building as the night before. They sat on chairs placed in a semicircle, and the man and woman were also seated and facing them from several feet away.
Evelyn took the lead by welcoming them back. She said she was excited to find out how the previous night had gone and wanted to hear everyone’s story. After that, they would have one more task to complete before the bigger plan would be revealed—along with why it had to occur.