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One Eight Seven Homicide: New York
One Eight Seven Homicide: New York
One Eight Seven Homicide: New York
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From The Author of 'Pandora's Box' and The Detective Macaulay Murders Trilogy' comes a thriller with a tantalising twist.

Divorce Attorney Helena Webster-Rumholdt meets her adversary while in Central Park out on a run.

A victim's body is found in Central Park's Lake and NYPD's Homicide Detective Finkel Macaulay is called in to investigate.
As disturbing details begin to cloud the investigation, the case is sent to FBI Special Agent Nick Benson to investigate.

When the investigation into Helena's assault results in an increased body count, the case catapults towards a swift conclusion with explosive results.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 29, 2013
ISBN9781301273317
One Eight Seven Homicide: New York
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Ruby Binns-Cagney

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    One Eight Seven Homicide - Ruby Binns-Cagney

    1-8-7 Homicide: New York

    A Detective Macaulay Homicide Case

    Ruby Binns-Cagney

    Copyright ©BinnsCagneyPublishing Co 2013

    This ebook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the publishers, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

    Any unauthorized distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author’s and publisher’s rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.

    Ruby Binns-Cagney has asserted her right under the Copyright Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The names and characters are the products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    This book is fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Neither the author nor publisher shall be held liable for any actions you may take as a result of reading this book. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

    Cover design ©Ruby Binns-Cagney BinnsCagneyDesignCo 2013

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    About The Author

    Further Reading

    Chapter One

    A cold, rainy morning. My vehicle's windshield wipers metronomed across the glass hypnotically. Not a good night to be in Central Park.

    A homicide had been called in. The crime scene was a short ride from my office in Columbus Circle, Uptown New York. I pulled up at the blue police barrier, parked my vehicle, and headed over to the uniformed Officer who controlled access to the scene.

    Can I help you Ma'am? Officer Roston White said.

    Detective Finkel Macaulay, third grade. Specialist Homicide. Officer Roston White wrote my name down onto her clipboard's sheaf of papers, now shielded from the rain by my umbrella. They're ready for you, over by the lake. The Officer pointed in the direction of halogen lights and white tents.

    Thank you. I walked up to the Detectives arranged by the victim's body. Formerly an 18-acre swamp, the lake now boasted bamboo trees, and rowboat rental facilities.

    Macaulay. I thought it was your night off? Detective Eric Tomlyn said. I closed my umbrella and pulled at the peaked cap I slipped on.

    Does crime ever take a night off? The Medical Examiner, Estelle Mabius, who was positioned over the body twisted her torso to make eye contact.

    Hey, Finkel. We have a caucasian female, aged between thirty and thirty-five. Single gunshot wound to the chest. Estelle fingered the hole gently.

    Large caliber. Lividity suggests time of death was around two days ago, Estelle said. The M.E. had completed her pre-autopsy findings and made notes while avoiding the wet ground beneath the victim.

    Murdered two days ago.

    The victim was killed elsewhere and dumped here. I got down low next to Estelle.

    Any I.D.?

    Nothing found with the victim's body, Eric said. I moved forward and looked at the victim's position on the ground. The victim's lips were now devoid of all color and the pupils were fixed. What was the victim doing out here in the middle of the night? I murmured to the wind, and stood upright. The small of my back ached and complained but I was having none of it.

    I found some fibers in the gunshot wound, which means we should get some trace back at the lab, Estelle said. If we caught a break the fibers would lead us to the suspect. A uniformed Officer approached us.

    We found the victim's purse over by the garbage cans on the Bow Bridge. The Bow Bridge is at 74th Street, overlooking Central Park West. How did the purse get separated from the victim? Perhaps this was just a mugging gone wrong. I examined the purse.

    All the credit cards and cash are gone. The separate plastic bag of identity documents included a driver's license and theatre ticket stubs. Eric shone the light from his thin flashlight onto my hands. Thanks, I said.

    The New York driver's license inside the purse had an address listed, and a photograph of the victim.

    Jolene Applebury. Blonde, green eyes, and a porcelain white complexion. What was she doing at the Bow Bridge, or who was she meeting with?

    Have uniforms canvass the area in a five mile radius of the bridge. Maybe somebody will recall seeing something, I said. The Officer retreated.

    Eric, get a warrant and have the DMV confirm the victim's address details, and I'll go over there after breakfast, I said.

    Yes, Boss, Eric said.

    Breakfast was a hot cup of coffee while I watched the sun rise above the trees around us. New York has amazing sunrises and sunsets. I watched her glide down the orange sky as Detective Harry Bertrand approached.

    Finkel, we just got a hit off the DMV records. Harry is about to retire. After almost thirty years' service.

    What have you got? I said, and put the coffee cup onto the ground.

    The DMV had a different address for the victim. Registered in Boston.

    Boston. What was the victim doing in New York?

    Put in a call to Boston PD. Have them go and interview the family. Harry shuffled off and I returned to my sky watch. This was the only time of day when I could control my thoughts. All the other time was

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