Prayers and Death
Brooklyn, New York
It had been five days and still Frankie had no clue where Tom Jackson or his wife were hiding out. They had found Lisa’s mother in the basement of her house, throat slit. Kate said it happened weeks ago.
Frankie tapped a pencil on his desk as he thought. “Where are they?”
“They might have skipped town,” Lou said.
“This is a long time between bodies,” Frankie said. “And we still haven’t got a clue on the young girl.”
Sherri looked at some notes on her desk. “Kate said there were bruises on her that were at least a week old—a lot of bruises, so we can probably assume he had her that long, and doing God knows what to her.”
Frankie continued tapping on the desk. “And we know he had her in the apartment, right? Kate confirmed the blood match on the ca
