“No, Mike. I’ll come in. Don’t come here.” Matt Deal said. It was now midday Sunday. He had checked with the hospital to be told Mercy was recovering after surgery but still in an induced coma.
Deal had no wish for Captain Mike Stevenson to come to his home. He’d had the fight of all fights with Lorey, his wife. She blamed him. He should never have let her go blah di blah. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, he thought, at the same time inwardly agreeing with her. To make matters worse, Lorey’s father got in on the act. He was being blasted with both barrels.
Stevenson was the head of the detective division at Fort Walton Beach police station. Nearby Destin has no detectives. The drive felt like an escape. Deal had two thoughts on his mind. He prayed for a full recovery for Mercy and retribution for those bastards who had done this terrible thing to her.
The officer on reception duty was expecting Matt’s arrival. “Go straight through, Mister Deal,” he said, pointing at a double door leading through to an open plan detective office.
Mike Stevenson rose from his chair to shake Deal’s hand. “Thanks for coming in, Matt. I only wanted to appraise you of what’s happening.”
“Sure, I understand. Those fuckers admitted anything?”
“No. They lawyered up. Rich daddies, you know. All Georgia businessmen with dollar power.”
Stevenson saw Deal’s jaw drop. “Hey, no worries. We have them dead to rights. The DNA evidence will convict them.”
“Do you have that now?”
“No. It will take about four weeks for all the testing to be completed and the evidence served.”
“What happens next?”
“They will make their first appearance in court tomorrow. I’ve spoken with the DA. She will oppose bail.”
“Matt, there’s always a chance of them posting bail even if the judge sets it as high as one million dollars. These guys’ fathers have that kind of dough.”
“Doesn’t seem right though. Better they are locked up and get the same in jail as what they did to Mercy.” Deal said and sobbed.
“Look. Matt. I can only imagine what you are feeling. Trust me these guys are going to spend a long, long time in the joint,” Stevenson said as he leaned forward to pat Deal’s forearm.
“I know. I know. I just can’t get rid of the scene in my head.” Deal said.
“Those fuckers doing what they did to my daughter. Tell the truth, they deserve to die.”
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