Bk 3 - Chapter 32 - Rolling

Detective Benson

This was a serious clusterfuck. I stood in Moe's front yard and waited for the forensics team to finish their job. Moe was taken away in an ambulance. He'd been shot through the shoulder and would probably be fine, but you never knew with gunshot wounds. Roberta had gone with him, so my next stop was at the hospital to interview her. But first, I had Brody on the way home from work. I needed to know if there was anything he could do to help me find the girls. Yes. Girls.

Shit. When Moe called me to tell me about the stalker issue, I handled it personally. I've known Moe for a long time. We used to be in the department together years ago and we had stayed friendly. We called each other from time to time to shoot the shit or if we needed information and thought the other one might have it.

I sent some of my guys out to find Edgar earlier this week to have a chat, but he was in the wind. That never boded well but from my investigation so far, all I could find out about th