The following is another excerpt from my work in progress, The Throuple Private Eye—Business is Booming, a Jen McDowell Series. This is the second draft. I’m at 59k words now. I’ve decided to restructure my chapters and manuscript. I also want to change the name. I’m thinking of “Jen McDowell—Private Eye”. If you want to catch up, order the novella The Throuple Private Eye—Hate Crimes, on Amazon ($2.99). The link is https://www.amazon.com/dp/B084LTTHGN. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 17 (Cont’d.)
“Oh my God,” Chang Ying said in a half scream.
“The FBI are on their way to arrest him as we speak. However, you may be in danger. You need to leave right now. I’ll take you to my place. You’ll be safe there.”
Chang Ying didn’t say anything. She just stood up and nodded her head. She grabbed her purse and followed Jen toward the door. When Jen opened the door, there stood Jimmy Richardson.
Chang Ying was startled, “Jimmy. What are you doing home today?” She stepped back inside the apartment.
Jimmy pushed Jen back into the apartment, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He stood blocking the door. He looked at Jen. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jen McDowell, a private eye.”
“The police were just at my house,” Jimmy said. “I managed to see them before they saw me.” He glanced at Chang Ying who was shaking all over. “Does she know?”
“Yes,” Jen answered. “I told her all about you and what happened to Biyu. I guess you know the police recovered her body today.”
Jimmy continued to block the door. “Yeah, I figured. So, they’re going to arrest me?”
“They’re probably on the way here now,” Jen answered. “It’s over, Jimmy. Don’t make things worst. Just surrender.”
Just then police sirens could be heard in the distance. Jimmy walked over to the balcony doors and pulled the curtains aside and looked out. He walked onto the balcony for a better look. “They’re here now.”
Jen took this opportunity to open the door and push Chang Ying out into the hallway. She stayed inside. She placed her hand on her pistol inside her purse. “Give yourself up, Jimmy. The police will want to know who else you killed and where they’re buried. You’ll be able to cut a deal to avoid the death penalty. Come back inside and sit down. I’ll stay with you until the police get here.”
“I don’t think so,” Jimmy said. He backed up to the railing on the balcony. Before Jen could stop him, he boosted himself onto the railing and plunged backwards over the rail. It was eleven floors down. Jimmy died instantly.
A few minutes later, Agent Malcolm entered at the head of a SWAT team. Jen pointed toward the balcony. Malcolm ran out onto the balcony and looked over. “Shit,” he said. “Now we don’t know how many women he killed and where they’re buried.”
When Jen finally walked outside, she saw Chang Ying sitting in police car, crying.
A week later, Agent Malcolm called Jen again. “Jen, I thought I’d call to let you know we found more bodies. We took your tip. Jimmy Richardson did bury his victims on properties for which he was the real estate agent. We still have several more to check. We’re using cadaver dogs.”
“Great. I’m glad. Now those families can get closure. How many?”
“So far,” Malcolm answered. “seven.”
“Holy shit. Did any match the DNA you obtained from overseas?” Jen asked.
“We’re still working on that. I’ll let you know.”