Page 41 of Brek's Obsession
Chapter 14
Brek
After dropping off Sienna, Brek raced over to Trace’s house.
He lived a few blocks away from Brek and he thanked god he was home.
Not that Trace went out much. If ever.
It was a good part of why they got along so well.
Knocking on Trace’s door, Brek waited and finally yelled, “Trace! Damn it! I need to talk to you. Right this second!”
Trace opened the door and Brek noted that he was shirtless. That was a sight he had never seen.
Trace was panting, “What? I was just getting out of the shower. What the fuck man? I thought you were with Sienna?”
Brek noticed that Trace was in a towel and averted his eyes. He didn’t need to see his best friend half naked.
“I was, but when I told her about the case, she remembered something and gave me a clue. A clue I didn’t see.”
Trace turned, “Let me get some clothes on. Hang on.”
Brek nodded, “Hurry. This is important. Like important enough that I am here with you and not naked with my girl.”
“Damn it Brek. I do not need that visual.”
When Trace turned, Brek noticed that Trace had a few scars on his back. Deep ones.
He wanted to ask about them, but knew Trace wasn’t big on talking about his past or himself.
He shook the thoughts away and booted up his laptop, needing it ready for when Trace came out.
Which he did, moments later, fully dressed.
Even his shoes were on. Brek turned his laptop. “Look, this couldn’t be said over the phone. Watch the clip and when you get to about 20 seconds to the end, pause it.”
Trace raised one eyebrow, and turned to the news clip, Brek watched along and when they got to the twenty second mark, Trace’s entire body went completely still.
He looked at Brek and watched it again. “Fuck! Jake? Do you think he is behind this entire thing?”
Brek shrugged. “I don’t know. But do you remember when I hired him a few months back? His resume had a few police stations on it. Why would he move so much? No one I know would move every few months just because they wanted a change of pace. He has gone from one small town to another. They are all the same. Why?”
Trace stood and paced back and forth. “That’s true. Why would you move around, every few months unless you had something to hide?”
Brek rubbed his forehead and went still. “Jake’s cologne.”
Trace looked over at him, “What?”
Brek stood, “Jake’s cologne. When we first hired him, he wore this really awful smelling cologne. It was always strange and made me feel ill. I have never smelt one so strong before. But after saying something to him, he never wore it again. But at Sienna’s house and another I smelled it again. Never once have I smelled something like it. But I couldn’t place it. Not until now. FUCK!”
Trace stopped him, “What Brek?”
Brek ran his hand over his hair, “In the clip it said a young woman was killed. They never found her murderer. Pull it up. See what we can find about it. I have a feeling it won’t end well.”
Trace got on the computer he brought home from work and pulled up the case file from the other town.
His face lost color the more he read and Brek could stand it no longer.
