The Killing Ground: A Foxx Files Thriller by Syd Parker Page A

string of questions. She flicked her hand at one of the cops, and he quickly stepped in between Rebecca and the over—zealous reporter.
    Jordan felt the corners of her mouth creep up. The cameras were still trained on Rebecca’s back, and she could swear she could see the hackles standing up on her neck. “I’ll give you credit, Detective Foxx. You don’t take shit from anybody.”
    Thirty minutes and three double whiskeys later, Jordan was starting to relax. She looked at her watch and sighed. She took two twenties out of her wallet and threw them on the bar. It took her a record nineteen minutes to get home, shower, and when her head hit the pillow, Jack Daniels had somehow managed to make her forget everything she had seen today.
     

Chapter 9
     
    Jordan yawned and smacked her lips together. Her tongue felt like a piece of dried-out leather. She twisted her body and dropped her feet over the side of the mattress, the rush of blood sending her headache into overdrive. She dropped her head in her palms and groaned loudly before she pushed herself up and started the shower. She loved whiskey, but last night, it had knocked her on her ass.
    She showered, checked her messages and pulled into work a surprising three minutes after nine, which was earlier than most days. She walked into Matt’s office and took her coffee with a nod. It took her half the cup, and a good ten minutes before she acknowledged him. “Thanks.”
    Matt chuckled softly in deference to the look in her eyes. “Looks like you need it.”
    Jordan shook her head. “Busy night.”
    “Besides the murder?” Matt asked incredulously.
    Jordan looked askance at Matt as if to say you know me better than that. “Yeah. Workout before and drinks after.”
    Matt had the good taste not to ask about the workout. He knew the kind of exercise his partner liked to get and more times than not, he interrupted her workouts. “So, Mitchell wants us to interview Julie today. She says she’s finally up to it.”
    “We might as well do that before we see Redmond. Besides I’m still waiting for the autopsy report for the Hudson case.” It had only happened last night, and that quickly, she was just another victim.
    Jordan downed the last of her coffee and chucked the cup into the trash can. She pushed herself up with a sigh. “Guess we might as well get this over with.”
    Matt could sense her hesitation. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to this either.”
    Jordan pulled into the freight zone at Mercy and stepped out into the cold. The wind had picked up again off the lake, and it froze her bare fingers. She cinched her leather coat around her and wished that she had worn something heavier. “This fucking cold is killing me.”
    Matt punched her in the arm with his gloved hand and pulled the collar of his thick North Face coat up. “Dude, I’ve been telling you for how many years. That coat ain’t good for shit except looking good.”
    Jordan glared at Matt. “Looking good has kept me warm many nights, brother.”
    “Whatever.” Matt rolled his eyes and pushed through the revolving door. He hadn’t gone to see Julie again, and his stomach roiled nervously. Hopefully, he would handle it better than his reaction to the crime scene last night.
    They rode the elevator up in silence, all previous joking put aside. Jordan wrapped on the door softly, in case Julie was sleeping. Neither was surprised when a haggard looking Assistant Director Mitchell pulled the door open a few seconds later. She offered them a wary smile.
    They stepped in almost silently in deference for Julie, not wanting to wake her if she was still asleep.
    “Hey, guys.” Julie’s voice was low and still raspy, but she looked one hundred times better than when Jordan had seen her a couple of days ago. The bandage still covered the length of her neck, but her color was returning. Behind the weak smile, they could see the immense sadness in her eyes that no amount of pretending could