Cantrell’s 911 call. Walking to a table on the other side of the office, John inserted the tape into a tape player and pressed Play.
First static. Then Cantrell’s voice.
“Help me. My wife and I … my daughter and I …” He sobbed. “My wife … I just found her… . Oh my God, she’s dead.”
John’s stomach spasmed at the gut-wrenching grief in Cantrell’s voice.
“Where are you, sir? Are you safe?”
“Yes, yes. My name is Douglas Cantrell. I’m an officer with Roseville P.D. I just brought my daughter home. My wife and I…?. I mean, we’re divorced… . She’s been murdered. Stabbed. Oh, God.”
“Where is your daughter now? Is she with you?”
“Yes. Lily, come here.”
John tensed but didn’t hear Lily’s voice. No crying. Nothing.
“Lily … she found the body but I can’t get her to respond. She won’t talk. She’s in shock. Oh God, Lily.”
The dispatcher confirmed the address and said officers were on their way. That had been at 12:35 a.m. John had arrived at Lily’s house less than ten minutes later.
Picking up the phone, he called Thorn. “It’s John.”
“Hey, thanks for taking time out of your busy day. Or did Murdoch forget to tell you I stopped by yesterday?”
“No, he told me.”
Silence buzzed in John’s ear as Thorn waited for him to explain. He didn’t say a word.
Thorn sighed. “Look, I know you’re still pissed at me for breaking up with Carmen, but we have to work this case together.”
“I’m not pissed about you and Carmen,” John said, and it was true. Thorn wasn’t a good friend, but he’d become a better one since he’d started dating his sister. Thorn had ended the relationship months ago, but Carmen refused to say why. “She’s hurting but so are you. I’m not blind to that, just to your reasons. If you want to explain, fine.”
When he responded, Thorn’s voice was tight. “I talked to Doug Cantrell.”
“Funny. He’s been dodging all my calls.”
“Not surprised. I am surprised, however, by the fact he thinks you’re a druggie. And that you have a history of harassing his daughter.”
“I didn’t harass her. She slapped me when I tried to comfort her at her mother’s murder scene. She was sixteen. Pissed because I’d rejected her. You have the police report from that night, Thorn. I’m listed on it. You telling me you didn’t see that?”
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