Brute Justice (Justice Series) by Kim Jewell

said as he handed the list to Clint.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Their next stop was a business development, filled with offices of all shapes and sizes. Since it was Saturday, most of the parking lots were deserted.
    After Clint punched in the GPS coordinates, he pointed to a grouping of three small office units – separate in structure, but they shared the same parking lot which circled the complex. The surface lot had six cars along the front of the middle building; there were two cars in the back.
    “It’s one of these three.” Clint said definitively, pointing at the complex. “What’s inside the buildings?”
    “ Lemme see… The one on the left is an orthodontics office. According to the door, there are two doctors – the building is empty – they’re closed today. The middle building is a pharmacy – privately run. They’re open, and there is a pharmacist and tech behind the counter, plus customers inside the store.”
    “Blevins?”
    “Nope. He’s not in there.”
    “What about the third?”
    “Empty. Looks like a doctor’s office – there are patient rooms and a lobby in the front. The name on the door says Donald Crain, M.D. – Family Planning Center.”
    “Family Planning?” Clint asked. “What’s that?”
    “It’s a counseling center for pregnant women,” Dan said from the back seat. “Most of them perform abortions.”
    “Pregnant women?” Sam swiveled around to look at his dad, then at Clint. “We may be on to something here.”
    “Is Crain on your list of names?” Hank asked.
    Clint scanned the list with his finger. About halfway down, he stopped. “Yep. Right here.”
    “Coincidence?” Sam said sarcastically.
    I think not.
    “Well, there’s not much more we can do here, is there?” Hank asked, wanting to help, but not sure how.
    “I don’t think there is, Dad. But if this is him, we know where he works, and where he lives. We can keep an eye on the situation.”
    “Eventually we’ll have to catch up with him,” Sam pointed out. “We can get a tracer on his car.”
    “Do you suppose he’s at this location?” Clint pointed to the third array of green dots on the map. “It’s Saturday, and if this is his girlfriend’s place…”
    “We may as well go and see,” Dan agreed. “It would be nice if we could take care of this when all four of us are together. I don’t want the two of you going out alone to handle this.”
    “Dad!”
    “I know, Sam. You think you’re invincible. But humor me, please. If not me, think about your mother. She’d have a heart attack if she knew we were stalking this man.”
    “I know, I know.”
     
     
    They didn’t see any activity at the third location either. It was a small housing development in a start-up neighborhood – where all the houses stacked together and looked like every other along the row. Small yards, compact cars, kids’ bicycles all over the sidewalks.
    Clint looked around at the tightly packed subdivision. “I can’t tell for sure, the houses are so close, but I would think it’s either one of these four, or the four on the next street that share the same backyard space. Can you see any activity in the houses? Blevins? I mean, Crain?”
    Holy cow this is going to get confusing…
    Sam concentrated on the four houses as they slowly drove towards the end of the cul-de-sac. “I don’t see him in any of them. The first one is empty, the second one has a mother and two small toddlers, third is empty, and the fourth one just has one person – a woman – sitting on her couch watching television. Nothing much of interest here.”
    “Let’s turn around and try the next street, then.”
    There wasn’t much different. Three of the four houses were empty. The one exception – the second in the string of four – had a couple and their baby sitting down at the kitchen table. “No Blevins.”
    “Well, at least we tried. We know how to come back if we need to,” Clint shrugged. “For now, I think we should get