Frayed Knot (A to Z Blog Challenge)

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**Please read Delicate Decisions  and Easy Pickings before reading this chapter

**To start from the beginning, go to From the Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas

Frayed Knot

“Frayed Knot”

The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas

The three were in the car, heading out of the parking lot.

“Turn left,” Gil said, Berrak behind the wheel. He sat behind Rovas. “Damn. No one else I saw even came close. There were plenty of blond headed men, but they were either the wrong body types or with families. This one…this one jumped out at me. Tall, thin, blond, head down, trailed by a boy about the right age as the Palmont boy would be now. He just felt right.”

Gil had noticed Rovas’s look before they got in the car. He knew the inspector wanted something more concrete. It took a bit of ganging up the night before to get Rovas to fully support returning to the last known sighting of the Palmont children..

The search for the tall blond man and the boy concluded back at the beach where it began. Any white sedan they saw did not pan out with positive results. Frustrated, Rovas, Berrak, and Gil trolled the beach for another few hours. Rovas thought it would be a waste of time, but Berrak and Gil wanted to try in case the man Gil noticed returned, or another person meeting the descriptors showed himself.

There were a few who came close. Gil, still being official, flashed his badge and asked the questions while Rovas and Berrak observed. Once or twice Rovas injected a followup question, but he allowed Gil the lead. It would not do the case any good in a courtroom if he or Berrak seemed more involved. Grating, yes, but Gil was the choice to move this forward in the public eye. 

They returned home in the early evening, exhausted. After conferring, making plans on what and how to continue, Gil left. He had work the next day. Rovas and Berrak sat quietly, drinking their coffees, and went to bed early.

They went to the beach the next day, with nothing positive to appease them. This continued for two weeks, with Gil joining them when he could. During this time, Rovas and Berrak looked over other files of his at night, breaking them apart just as they had with the Palmont disappearances. It was during the second week they purchased a white board and large bulletin boards, turning Rovas’s study into a case room.

The third Saturday after they lost the blond man and boy, they returned. It was Rovas who spotted them first as they came up the shore, the boy running in and out of the water, and were heading towards the parking lot where Gil had stationed himself.

Gill was sure this was the car he had seen three weeks ago. He had alerted Rovas of the find, who in turn contacted Berrak. They kept their eyes open, searching, while Gil called into the office and got someone to track down the license plate and model of the car.  Once Rovas spotted the man, he followed, picking up Berrak along the way. Gil was already in the car, waiting.

“John Peters,” he said as they got in the car.”38. No priors. Online trader, works primarily at home. Has lived here for a little more than five years.” He passed his notebook to Rovas, Berrak looking over his shoulder from behind.

“The kicker, for me at least: he’s not listed as married. The office checked further back, after I asked. As far as we can tell, he never has been. Yeah, you don’t need to be married to have a kid, but…”

“Yes…but.” Rovas pointed ahead, noticing the white car made a sharp right after the left out of parking lot. They followed at a safe distance, allowing a car to pass them, catching up, hanging back. Not a long drive, but one, Rovas noticed, that took them our of the original search perimeters. 

The car pulled into the garage of an old two story plus attic Victorian style house. The three drove by slowly, but not slow enough to cause any real attention. Joy riding and house hunting on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, or so Berrak hoped anyone would think. She noticed the lot was large, with the next houses far enough away to allow privacy on all sides. She gave her thoughts to the two in the front seat.

“Convenient, that,” Rovas said, as he mulled over all they had and what they would do next. Gil pulled over down the block, made a U turn, making sure the house was in view and they were far enough to hide their surveillance. “I’d like to take a walk around. Berrak, join me?”

“Of course, Zarian.”

“I’m going to check out the rear, as best I can,” Gil added. “If I see anything of importance I’ll call.”

The house’s rear jutted on a small patch of woods. The rear yard of the house was fenced in. Gil noticed peeking through a parting in the slats, that the inside of the fence was reinforced with metal chain as far as he could see. He stole further down, looking for a chink in the wall to see into the house. Gil found a couple. The second one stopped him cold.

He took his camera out, went to photo, and zoomed in as best he could. Gil snapped five shots, waited, then three more. Nothing more presented itself at the window he had been looking into. Waiting a few more minutes, he hurried back to the car, to find the Inspector and Mrs. Rovas waiting.

Rovas saw the excitement emitting from Gil as he got closer. “Good,” he thought. “Good. Hopefully something concrete. Our walk left us nothing.”

Gil got in the car, flipped through his phone to the photo gallery, and showed it to the two Rovas.

“I got this through what looks like the kitchen window. Thank God for large Victorian windows! There!” he pointed.”A girl, tween to teenager. Same hair coloring as the Palmont girls. She’s bent over…looks like she’s washing dishes.”

“What’s that hanging down behind her?” asked Berrak.

Rovas felt he didn’t have to ask. He flipped through the shots Gill took. Looking at the last three, his observation became much clearer.

“Here’s the girl, with the man we saw behind her. Here, he’s slightly bent over, doing something behind her. Look at her face. No expression. No emotion. Now, this last one, the two of them gone, but still something of importance.”

“A rope, knotted, hanging down. It would have been behind the girl,” Gil agreed.

Berrak stared at the photo for awhile, swiped through the other pictures, and came back to the hanging rope.”That bastard.”

Gil gasped slightly at her exclamation, but agreed. Rovas smiled. His wife came right to the point.

“Now, here is how I think we should proceed…”

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“The Case Files of Inspector Khazarian Rovas” is my theme for this year. Cold case files for the good inspector to delve into, trying to make sense &/or solve. My plan is to use a variety of genres within this overarching theme to allow me to play and, of course, challenge myself. Some cases might bleed into another case. Most will be stand alone. We’ll see, won’t we?

As to the Blogging from A to Z challenge, I’ll let the words of Arlee Bird (founder of said challenge) tell you what this is all about:

The brainchild of Arlee Bird, at Tossing it Out, the A to Z Challenge is posting every day in April except Sundays (we get those off for good behavior.) And since there are 26 days, that matches the 26 letters of the alphabet. On April 1, blog about something that begins with the letter “A.” April 2 is “B,” April 4 is “C,” and so on. You can use a theme for the month or go random – just as long as it matches the letter of the alphabet for the day.

The A to Z Challenge is a great way to get into the blogging habit and make new friends.

So, join me (and the over 1800 other blogs involved) starting on Friday, April 1, 2016 and ending on Saturday, April 30th. Comments and such are always welcome. I hope you enjoy the stories.

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