The Kate Hamilton Mysteries Boxed Set by Fiona Quinn

Author:Fiona Quinn [Quinn, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Saturday

Kate stood next to her car on the otherwise empty gravel driveway.

The house was tucked behind about a hundred yards of tree line. The space opened up enough for the house and a small field with a manmade pond, then more trees. It was in good shape. Nicely kept up. But no one seemed home.

No cars.

No lights.

She listened and didn’t hear any dogs barking. The stable doors were closed, but Kate imagined a tractor was in there and garden equipment. She doubted that there were any animals.

Seeings how no one was around, Kate pulled out her phone and tapped on the free GPS app that Lexi had shown her. When it came up, she followed the instructions to recalibrate her phone’s location by drawing figure eights in the air. When prompted she chose high accuracy, though it warned her that this would suck battery.

After typing in the exact GPS point that the watch had registered for two shots, one right after the other, Kate wandered up to the front door and knocked.

Waited.

Knocked again.

She held open her phone and followed around to the GPS coordinate associated with the property.

Two shots from the same spot.

She found herself on the back porch right in front of the kitchen door.

She knocked.

Waited.

And knocked again.

No answer.

She cupped her hand and looked in.

It was neat as a pin. No mail on the kitchen table, but there was a salt and pepper shaker sitting in the middle of it, so there was that.

Kate pulled the stapled printouts from the thigh pocket of her new pregnancy tactical pants. Now that she had stretchy yoga-pants at the top, instead of a solid waist strap, zipper, and button, Kate was going to have to forgo putting heavy things into her pockets, lest the weight pull her pants down.

She flipped to the page that gave the date and time, and she focused on the time. It would have been dusk. The shooter could have looked out the window, seen a herd of deer come to drink at the pond, and taken a shot.

She looked at her page again. If that were the case, it would have been illegal. April wasn’t hunting season, for deer anyway. Could have been anything. Maybe it was dove season or something.

But still you can’t hunt after sunset.

That was presupposing that the person who shot the gun was hunting. They might have been cleaning their gun and it went off by accident.

That didn’t quite work out either. There were two shots less than a minute apart, she reminded herself.

Kate heard the crunch of gravel and the growl of a motor coming up the drive. She folded the paper and put it back in her pocket as she rounded the back of the house. Her finger was on a panic app that a friend had asked her to have and use. This app would call everyone on her emergency contact list if she lifted her finger.

An old blue F150 pulled up beside her Explorer.

The man pulled his way out of the cab.

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