Snatched…Part IV continues…

Somewhere along the way, Konan dozed off. For the second time in a few hours a banging at his door woke him up.

“What?”

“It’s Lilly. We need to go.”

Konan stood and stretched. As he neared his fiftieth birthday, he had slowly come to the realization that it took more energy to accomplish the same things he’d had no problem accomplishing when he was in his twenties.

He walked to the door and opened it. 

“What’s going on, Lilly?”

“The fire department has most of the fires contained. There’s a lot of businesses damaged, and a lot of people hurt. Janko wants all hands-on deck.”

“Yeah. I figured. Do we have time for coffee?”

“We’ve always got time for coffee.”

Konan and Lilly walked into the kitchen. He pulled two to-go mugs from the shelf and made coffee.

“Have you talked to Paddy lately?”

“Nah, I haven’t had time to get by there, Lilly.”

“Some of the fires were out that way. We should check and see if he and Esther made it out alright.”

“I will. We’ve got a murder to solve first.”

“Yeah. The sooner we find him or her, the less damage our town will sustain.”

“We’ve got to find Bronowski and Titus. We shouldn’t have to look far.”

“Well, Janko may have ideas on where to get started. Let’s get to it.”

Lilly drove them to the department. Konan stared out the passenger window and sipped his coffee. “Somewhere, there’s a community of white supremacists that’s waited for this moment. Why haven’t they showed their hand yet?”

“What are you thinking about?”

Lilly’s question brought him out of his thoughts. He turned to her and muttered, “what?”

“What are you thinking about? You’re deep in thought over there.”

“Why haven’t the white supremacist rolled out in force? I mean this is what they’ve waited for their whole lives, if you believe the media’s narrative.”

“I don’t know.”

“Think about it. Riots, protests, the town is on fire, and not one white supremacist is found amid it. Something is off.”

“We’ll look into it,” Lilly said as she pulled into the parking garage. “For now, let’s focus on getting justice for Mr. Freeman.”

Janko and the rest of the homicide detectives were packed into the murder room when Konan and Lilly walked in. Janko put down his donut.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.”

Konan and Lilly sat at their desk. Janko pulled a whiteboard to the center of the room, took a sip of coffee and pointed at a graph.

“Last night’s riots have destroyed four businesses that we know of, over one hundred injured, and three deaths. At the center of it all is Reverend Alf and his ‘warriors of justice.’ Manson and Rankin, I want you get on these three deaths. Konan and Lilly, you get Reverend Alf.”

“What about Bradley Freeman, sir?”

“You and Konan are still on that, aren’t you Thompson?”

“Yes sir.”

Janko put down his donut for the second time and walked close to his people.

“I understand that you’re understaffed and overstressed. However, our town needs cool heads to prevail. Until this situation calms down, we’ve got to deal with whatever pops off.”

The detectives nodded, scattered ‘yes sirs’ were muttered here and there. Lilly sighed. 

“Now, get out of here and handle your business.”

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