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21 Weeks: Week 6
21 Weeks: Week 6
21 Weeks: Week 6
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21 Weeks: Week 6

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A woman’s body is found in a van at an auto salvage yard, her stomach cut open as if something has been ripped from within. Up to Nash, Williams, and Bishop to figure out the true nature of their victim’s torture, for Beck the case hits a little too close to home.

21 Weeks is a fast-paced police procedural thriller series that ramps up in intensity with each victim that falls until its explosive final week.

Warning: This series is about a serial killer. There will be violence. There will be language. There will be other adult things. It is intended for a mature audience.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRiley LaShea
Release dateJan 10, 2016
ISBN9781311006042
21 Weeks: Week 6
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R.A. LaShea

R.A. LaShea is a pen name of author Riley LaShea. Under this name, LaShea writes police procedural/thriller 21 Weeks.

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    21 Weeks - R.A. LaShea

    21 Weeks

    WEEK 6

    R.A. LaShea

    21 Weeks: Week 6

    Copyright 2015 R.A. LaShea

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    Week 7 Teaser

    1 - Werner’s Auto Salvage Yard - Wednesday, 8:15 p.m.

    Incisions cutting deep below her ribs and above her pelvis, the sides of the woman’s stomach were stapled open like shutters, gaping her torso into a chasm of muscle. It was like high school Biology all over again, if they had spent class time dissecting humans instead of amphibians.

    Having faith Baxton and CSU found and tagged all trace evidence left behind in the van, Beck decided a fleeting look at the body was more than sufficient. With one last glance to the scraps of fabric that tied Jane Doe’s hands above her head and bound them to the hardware beneath the front seats, she put a hand on the wheel well to keep from falling into the woman, and rotated to the doors, crouch-walking back to them, and jumping down to the gravel parking lot.

    This is more like it. Hands threaded together at the top corner of one van door, Bishop leaned on its edge and stared into the van’s interior, currently illuminated by the halogen lights CSU brought to the scene. This is what I’m used to from him. Really sick shit.

    Meant only for Williams and her to hear, Beck was pretty sure they were the only ones who did as Williams turned from his position against the opposite door of the van with a tremulous exhalation.

    I hate to ask it, but is there someone missing here?

    The urine test was positive for hCG, Baxton responded from her safe distance ten feet from the vehicle’s back doors. And the victim’s uterus was cut out. So, it looks that way. Officers are searching the property.

    Did she bleed out? Beck questioned.

    No. Reaching for the cooler at her feet, Baxton popped the lid, producing an evidence bag filled with a twist of bloodied white fabric. This surgical gauze was stuffed into her abdominal cavity to stem the bleeding. It’s riddled with staph. She died of toxic shock. That’s why I told you not to touch the body.

    All the reasons never to touch a newly-deceased corpse made graphically clear, Beck couldn’t recall any accidental brushes, but it was still instinct to scrub her hands against her jeans until it started to burn.

    Here. Pulling a wet wipe out of a pack, Baxton held it out to her, and Beck went eagerly forward to receive it.

    How long would it have taken her to die? she asked as she scoured her hands free of potential germs.

    A few days. Baxton dropped the evidence bag back into the cooler, and kicked it closed. But she’s only been dead a few hours.

    So, why did it take someone so long to find her?

    Because that isn’t our van.

    Question meant mostly for herself, Beck whirled when she got an actual response.

    Uh, Detectives, this is Dan Werner. Officer Godfrey took a step away from the old Trailblazer he was leaning against with a scruffy man who curled the bill of his baseball cap well beyond repair. He runs the place.

    You have something to tell us, Mr. Werner? Williams came to join the conversation with Bishop in tow.

    Yeah. Like I said, that isn’t our van.

    Then, how did it end up here? Beck questioned.

    I honestly don’t know. The man shook his head. Tonight was our auction. It’s the only night of the week the gates stay open.

    So, anyone could have driven in here?

    No. We do visitor parking over there. He pointed to the dirt patch next to the tiny metal shack that served as the lot’s office. And the auction’s done right out here. Anyone driving from the gate to there would have been seen. We would have wondered why he was parking over there. We would have looked into it.

    So, it wasn’t here during the auction, Beck said.

    Then, how do you think it got in here? Bishop asked.

    All I can think is it had to have happened during inventory, Mr. Werner responded. When we were switching out our cars.

    How does that work? Williams asked.

    We got three lots, Mr. Werner said. This is the sales lot. We got a wait lot, and we got a parts lot. After an auction, we move the cars we haven’t sold in six weeks out to the parts lot where we can take them apart and sell them by piece, and we drive new cars in from the wait lot.

    And you wouldn’t notice a car that didn’t belong?

    I’m always inside, Mr. Werner replied. "Watching for duplicates and errors as the scans come into the database. The drivers, they scan the barcodes on

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