Title: Hacked Up
Author: Ethan Stone
Publisher: Stone Publishing
Release Date: Feb 6, 2017
Seattle is being plagued by a string of gruesome murders. For Detective Peter Tao, it’s a career-making case, but he’s struggling to find a lead. How is the killer choosing his victims? What is he trying to prove?
With a long list of suspects and nothing to connect them, Peter is more determined than ever to apprehend the murderer. Then Peter gets the one vital piece of evidence that ties everything together. Now he’ll have to look beyond the obvious to identify the killer before anyone else is murdered.
Solve the mystery in this fast-moving crime thriller by Ethan Stone.
Thank you for visiting me today. This exclusive excerpt features Detectives Peter Tao and Jamey Nolan.
I’d barely sat down at my desk and taken my first sip of coffee when Jamey’s phone rang. He answered before it could ring again.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “We’re on it.” He set the receiver down and stood. “Let’s go, man. We got a DB at Gas Works Park.”
I sighed. “Nolan, you did not just take another case, did you? We have one, remember?”
“I’m pretty sure this one is connected to the case we caught yesterday.”
I set my java down and regarded him. “How so?”
“Guy’s missing his junk.”
Gas Works Park had once been an industrial park manufacturing gas from coal, but the import of natural gas made the complex obsolete. In the seventies, the place was made into a public park with the boiler house converted to a picnic shelter. The former exhauster-compressor building was now a children’s play barn, with a maze of brightly painted machinery.
The entire park, including the parking lot, was secured, otherwise it would’ve been full of tourists and stay-at-home mothers with their kids. The body was on the outside of the boiler house toward the back. On my first glance, I had no doubt the two cases were connected. The deceased, a man, was missing his genitals. Jill was already there, examining the body.
“Except for the…uhh…guy’s junk being gone, are there any other connections to the body from yesterday?” I asked Jill.
She turned the victim’s head to the side and pointed to a hole in the back of his neck. “Looks like the same cause of death to me, Detective.”
Other than their wounds, the two men didn’t have much in common. The first one had been white, young, and fit, while the second victim was African American and older, at least fifty, with a shaved head. Not in decent shape at all. He had a large belly that covered part of the bloody mess at his groin. What other aspects they shared I couldn’t begin to figure out until I had their names. Hopefully, that would come soon.
“Time of death was likely between one and four a.m.,” Jill said.
Two CSU officers were scouring the area so Jamey and I tried to stay out of the way. However, when the body was removed, I ambled up to get a closer peek at where the corpse had been. I didn’t find anything on the ground, but I spotted something on the wall a few inches away. I examined it closely without touching it—a red hair.
“Jamey, check this out.”
He came over and squatted next to me.
“Wasn’t a red hair found on the first victim?” I asked.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything,” he said. “This is a public building. That hair could’ve come from anyone.”
“Including our killer, right? Won’t hurt to have it analyzed and compared to the other one.” I plucked the hair with a pair of tweezers and dropped it into a paper evidence bag, then handed it to a CSU officer.
Jamey and I checked out the scene for a bit longer before heading back to our car. Since the park had been closed off to the public, most of the vehicles were the official kind—ME’s van, police cruisers, and an ambulance. There was one car that seemed out of place—a white 2013 Audi Infiniti.
I made a beeline back to our vehicle with Jamey right behind me. “You think that car belongs to our victim?”
“I’d say it’s a good possibility.” Using the onboard computer, I ran the license plate.
“Tyrone Osceola,” I said, reading the DMV record aloud. “Fifty years old.”
Jamey checked out the photo. “That’s our guy, though he’s gained at least thirty pounds since that picture was taken.”
“We’ve got an address in Hawthorne Hills.” At least with this guy, we had a name and a place to start.
Romance on the Edge
Ethan Stone doesn’t write your typical boy meets boy stories. With a combination of love and suspense he makes his characters work hard for their HEAs. If they can survive what he puts them through, then they can survive anything. He enjoys Romance with an Edge.
Ethan has been reading mysteries and thrillers since he was young. He’s had a thing for guys in uniform for just as long. That may have influenced the stories he writes.
He’s a native Oregonian with two kids. One of whom has made him a grandfather three times over; even though he is way too young.
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