Witnesses told detectives that they heard the officer repeatedly giving the suspect commands to “stop,” and that they heard the suspect shouting profanities at the officer.
Rydell put out a hand to the heavyset Nora to help her from the crouching position she’d taken with Dannry. She refused his hand, and Marcus’s tone turned to that of a drill sergeant. “Get back to your hotel room, pack, and take a cab to the Nashville Business Airport east of the city. We’ll meet you there. My plane seats exactly six.”
“Not me, Mr. Rydell,” said Carl. “I’ll drive the car back to Marietta, got work on Monday, a major contractor. Date’s been set for months.”
“Listen, Carl is it?” asked Rydell, taking the frail looking man aside. “You have any idea what this guy will do to you if he finds you alone at home?”
“From what JT told me, and from what I could see, the head and limbs were bound by yards and yards of heavy medical tape to tuck everything into the center at the torso. Hung up like a side of beef. Only thing keeping the flies off was the smoke.” Marcus had decided to leave no detail out; she needed to fear this man with every fiber of her being.
DEAD ON By Robert W. Walker Chapter ELEVEN Rydell’s dropping in on crime scenes was nothing new, so showing up at this …