Page 51 of Meant to Be
Chapter Ten
Mitch walkedinto the Charlotte Tavern Police Station and headed directly to his desk.
“McKenna! My office.”
Had Beth narced on him after all? “Sarg.” Mitch entered the office.
“What’s the word on Taggard?” Sergeant Wallace nodded for Mitch to sit.
“Jenny is going to be fine. I saw them both this morning.” He sat on the edge of the seat to avoid a rogue spring in the chair.
“And the case?”
“It appears to be mistaken identity.”
Wallace’s perceptive cop eyes narrowed. “Who’s the intended?”
“Doctor Sydney Preston. According to her statement, she lent her raincoat to Mrs. Taggard and sent her to her car to pick up some reading materials.”
“Why would anyone attack the doctor?”
“She doesn’t know, except she was attacked in a similar fashion several months ago in New York.”
Sergeant Wallace sat back. “Does she have ideas?”
Mitch shook his head. “No. I’ve put together a list and will call New York. But she says she hasn’t had any threats before or since the attack in New York.”
“It has to be personal.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Yes, sir.” Mitch stood. Once dismissed, he headed back to his desk.
Several officers asked him about Jenny and Kevin on his way, but he was focused on the next task at hand. He stopped by Detective Kripke’s desk.
“Do you have the evidence from the scene of Jenny Taggard’s attack last night?”
“I’ve put a report on your desk. No forensics and nothing from the canvass of potential witnesses.”
Just what he was afraid of. “Do you think you could pull traffic cams on McAlister and Casper streets, checking for the car owned by Jagger Talbot? And can you contact the car rental place at the county airport to get the information on a rental from Doctor Patrick Andres? Check if either of the cars are on cam from noon to 4 p.m. yesterday.”
“The rental place might not give the info without a warrant.”
“Let me know if you have a problem. I’m going to talk with Andres and will get it then if necessary. Let me know if there are any other vehicles that seem suspicious.” Mitch left Kripke, returning to his desk.
He sat and pulled out his phone to get the number Sydney had given him for Detective Fletcher.
“Fletch, here.”
“Detective Fletcher, this is Detective Mitch McKenna of the Charlotte Tavern Police in Virginia. I’m calling regarding Doctor Sydney Preston.”
There was a brief pause, and Mitch imagined the detective trying to remember Sydney. To Mitch, Sydney was unforgettable, but he supposed, in New York, there were thousands of beautiful victims of crime.
“Attack at Memorial Hospital.”
“That’s right. Doctor Preston is currently on a sabbatical down here and we believe was the intended target of another attack.”
