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Virtually Gone: A Mended Souls Novel
HIGH-TECH CRIME SOLVERS- BOOK 6
JACQUIE BIGGAR
UVIART
Virtually Gone©2020 Jacquie Biggar
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
This novel is part of High-Tech Crime Solvers series, but it can be read as a standalone novel.
Published by Uviart
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Email: uvi.author@gmail.com
First Edition 2020
Printed in the United States of America
Created with Vellum
For my Family,
If not for your encouragement, I may never have strived to become a writer.
Now, I can’t imagine any occupation that could better allow me to live my dreams.
Love ya always and all ways,
Jacq
Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.
MARIE CURIE
Contents
About High-Tech Crime Solvers
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Preview Skating on Thin Ice
Afterword
My Gift to You!
Also by Jacquie Biggar
About the Author
About High-Tech Crime Solvers
High-Tech Crime Solvers includes:
Virtually Lace by Uvi Poznansky:
Michael Morse, an expert in VR simulation, stumbles on a dead body on the beach. A suspect himself, can Michael stay free for long enough to identify the real culprit?
Virtually Undead by Robert I. Katz:
Neurosurgeon Michael Foreman is drawn into a twisted conspiracy when his best friend is murdered playing a new video game, Virtually Undead.
Virtually Harmless by P. D. Workman:
Private consultant Micah Miller’s involvement in law enforcement is limited to the composite pictures that she produces with her computer and colored pencils. But everything is turned upside down when she involves herself in the case of an infant found abandoned in the Sweetgrass Hills.
Virtually Dead by Edwin Dasso:
When multiple executives in Vancouver begin disappearing and are then found dead with no signs of trauma, private investigator and former FBI agent Wes Watley is asked by a friend of a friend to investigate.
Virtually Timeless by Casi McLean:
Twins Sydney and Noah Monaco become involved in a conspiracy involving attempted rape, kidnapping, assault and an ancient artifact that isn’t supposed to exist.
Virtually Gone by Jacquie Biggar:
When Detective Matthew Roy and reporter Julie Crenshaw are called on to investigate a string of sexual abuse cases, they don’t expect Julie to land in the crosshairs of a serial killer.
Virtually Undetectable by Libby Fischer Hellmann:
Fired Bank Manager Rachel Foreman and her mother, renowned investigator Ellie Foreman, track through the lawless corners of the web to find out who is targeting the female CEO of a Fortune 500 company who is accused of murdering a disgruntled former employee.
Virtually Impossible by Barbara Ebel:
Dr. Hook Hookie extrapolates genetic information that informs patients of their hereditary health risks. But he isn't the only one with a use for the high-tech genetic machinery—a villainess with ill purposes stalks the Medical Center.
In addition, the authors compiled this cookbook with recipes cooked by their characters:
Virtually Yummy: Recipes that Inspire
The recipes in this book come from different sources: some of them are family recipes, some were garnered from our travels around the world, and others—inspired by our research, which enables us to write about the adventures of our characters and their culinary feats. But no matter where these recipes come from, we find them not only delicious but also inspiring. We hope you will too.
Introduction
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Jacquie Biggar, comes a gripping techno-thriller, part of a multi-author series tied together by an interlocking cast of characters, all centered around the fantastic new promise of high technology and the endless possibilities for crime that technology offers, in a world where getting away with murder can be not only plausible, but easy…if you just know how.
Investigative reporter Julie Crenshaw stumbles upon the case of a lifetime--one that could cost her everything
When Julie is called on to investigate a string of sexual abuse cases, she doesn't expect to land in the crosshairs of a serial rapist. Soon she's in a race to find the facts before a killer makes her the headline.
Detective Matthew Roy is frustrated with his inability to track a rapist terrorizing his city. Added to that, his partner's reporter girlfriend is dogging his every step and won't heed his warnings. Time is ticking with the perpetrator escalating his crime to murder. Matt needs to find the killer soon, or chance losing someone he cares for- the question is, how?
Prologue
Emily Carter shifted the backpack on her shoulder and trudged down the trail toward her parents’ house. She hated arguing with Alex, but he didn’t understand—no one did.
The wind gusted, whispering through the treetops as the trunks creaked and dropped pinecones like well-aimed bombs. Emily huddled into her hoodie and swiped away her tears. Her emotions were all over the place the last couple of weeks since finding out about…
Her parents were going to be disappointed in her. Between the slipping grades and now this, she’d be lucky if they didn’t ship her off to a private school, whether she was sixteen and old enough to make her own decisions or not. Alex was being a jerk. She had a feeling he was going to break up with her soon. She should have known he was only interested in one thing—guys were impossible. He’d been her first real boyfriend. She’d fallen headlong in love and thought he had, too. More fool her.
The lights placed sporadically along the paved trail clicked on, their golden glow trying—and failing—to keep the night at bay. Emily picked up the pace, already anticipating her mother’s reaction to her tardiness. If Alex had given her a ride like he’d promised, she wouldn’t be walking home in the dark on a chilly autumn night. She’d been battling nausea for the last week or so anyway, the last thing she needed was to catch a cold.
A figure appeared on the path, walking her way and she suddenly became aware of how deserted the trail seemed today. Normally, the well-used Galloping Goose was a hub for students traveling back and forth to school and bikers taking advantage of the handy shortcut to get to work. She kept her head down and hurried along, disquiet replacing her anger with Alex. They met in one of the circles of light and she had the weird sensation she was in a play and didn’t know the words. The other person nodded a greeting, but like her, wore a dark hoodie that obscured his features.
A moment later, they separated, each going their own way. Emily heaved a quick sigh to relieve her tension. No wonder her mom told her to quit watching those horror movies—they turned everyday occurrences into nightmares.
When she got home, she’d…
The pain came from nowhere. One minute, Emily was thinking about a hot bath and the next she was on her hands and knees, her head swimming with the force of the blow. A pair of dark sneakers came into view and she had the random thought they were just like the ones her brother wanted for his birthday. A gloved hand grasped her throat and dragged her to her feet.
“You’re just like the others,” a disembodied voice whispered. “You all think you’re too good for me. I’ve been watching you, Emily. I know what you did.”
Scared out of her mind, she tried to get a look at her attacker’s face, but he wore a black ski mask. All she could see were glowing eyes and obscene red
“P… Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She wet herself, the warm liquid between her legs turning her pants cold and clammy. Stupid. She was so stupid to have let herself get into this situation, but she wasn’t above begging. “Please, my dad has money. I know he’d give you anything you want. Just let me go.”
He pinched her neck harder, his fingers like a vice, and her vision tunneled as she struggled to breathe. “Daddy can’t help you get out of this one, little girl. You have everything I want, right now. Time to play.” He grabbed her breast through the sweatshirt and gave it a vicious twist at the same time as he bit her bottom lip. “You’re going to like what I have—just you wait and see.”
Blood flooded her mouth, gagging her even as she fought for enough air to scream. He was going to rape her. She could see it in his feral eyes.
He dragged her off the path and down to the ground. He was rough. Cruel. The pain was overwhelming. And then she knew—she wasn’t going to live.
He was going to kill her.
Chapter
One
Detective Matthew Roy crouched near the side of the Galloping Goose Trail and carefully searched the perimeter for evidence. Crime scene techs had cordoned off the location and were photographing the area one quadrant at a time, setting out markers for virtually every bent blade of grass, but he liked to do his own searches. Call him overcautious, but he figured the more eyes on the prize the better the results.
This was the third such assault in a matter of weeks and it was setting the city of Victoria on edge. Notices had gone out not to walk alone, get rid of earbuds while jogging—he hated the damn things, anyway—and stay off the paths after dark whenever possible. For all the good it had done.
He frowned at the dim streetlight creating more shadows than clarity—even with the klieg lights they had set up—and the undergrowth creeping onto the borders of the path. The perfect hunting grounds for his perp. Fifty-five kilometres of paved footpaths with access to a multitude of entry and exit points. The guy was smart. Assuming it was a male,—though Matt knew better than to jump to conclusions—he always used protection which he took with him, kept his head low, wore a dark cap and oversized clothing to mask his size, and the ME was ninety-eight percent certain he shaved all body hair. They hadn’t found even one follicle on any of the victims’ bodies. Which left Matt batting zero.
“Hey, Detective, got a minute?”
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He liked and admired his partner’s new girlfriend, but the last thing he felt like doing was playing nice for the press.
“Can’t, Jules, I’m busy.” He didn’t have to turn his head to see her disapproval, it bore a hole through his shoulders.
“C’mon, Roy. The public have a right to know what’s going on. They need to be notified.”
That did it. He rose and swiveled on his feet to stomp over and get in her face, heedless of the camera crew waiting in the wings. “What in the h-e-double-l do you think we’ve been doing?” he roared. Connor had warned him about taking cases like these personally, but dammit, it was personal. This young woman had a family somewhere, maybe even a husband and children who would never get to see her or tell her how much they loved her again.
Damn right, it was personal.
Julie jumped backward, her expression frightened before she could wrestle it under control. And now, he felt like an ass. Of course, she was scared. A serial killer had stalked her just as this rapist case was getting under way. Connor had taken lead on the investigation and damn near lost his life.
She gazed at him with worried eyes before turning to her crew and slicing a hand across her throat. “Give us a minute, guys. I’ll call you when I’m ready.” The group looked at each other, shrugged and gathered their gear, moving to stand beside the VIBS News van. When she returned her attention to Matt, determination overrode the fear. “You want to tell me what has you so riled up?” She raised her hand. “And yes, it’s off the record.”
No, he did not want to tell the pretty reporter the story of his life, thank you very much. He trusted Julie as much as he did most of the individuals in his life, with the exception of Connor—which was to say, with a bag of salt. He’d found people tended to say what they thought you wanted to hear, not what they actually meant. In his line of work, there was a stark contrast between the two. Which meant he kept to himself, safer that way.
On the other hand, this was Jules. She’d been through some tough times of her own, so he made an effort to tone down his frustration. “I don’t like it when I can’t keep my city safe,” he admitted. He angled sideways so he could keep an eye on the techs. “This guy, it’s like he’s always one step ahead of us, you know?”
She leaned over the yellow ribbon and patted his too-tense arm. “You’ll get him, Matt. I know you will.” Then she straightened and donned her investigative reporter face. “Can VIBS get a short statement from you? It doesn’t have to give away anything. Just let the public know you’re working on it, okay?”
Matt sighed. She was like a Pit bull with a piece of meat. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get it over with, I have a case to get back to.”
At least she didn’t shove her success down his throat. She simply nodded and called her camera crew to get ready, then did something with her hair, twisting the length of it into a loose knot that somehow looked more professional. A microphone was shoved into her hand and then they were live.
“This is Julie Crenshaw with the Vancouver Island Broadcasting System. We are in a wooded area near Harbour Road on the Galloping Goose Trail. Normally a well-used path through the city for cycling and jogging enthusiasts, tonight it became the location of a deadly assault.” The camera panned from her earnest face to Matt. “Standing beside me is Detective Matthew Roy. Can you inform the public of what happened here and who you might be searching for?”
Matt gave the usual canned response, aware she’d been hoping for more. “It’s too early in the investigation to give out information that could jeopardize the case. A body was located just a few feet away, on the side of the trail, but we won’t know whether it is a suspicious death or not until the medical examiner makes his report.”
Julie fired back. “Isn’t it true that there have been other recent attacks on women using this trail?”
Dammit, she was going to incite a riot if she kept this up. Matt shot her a glare. “I repeat, it is too early to determine the cause of death in this case. If there is reason for concern, we will certainly inform the public. Until then, we strongly suggest traveling in pairs and avoiding dark places at night. It’s common sense to be careful.”
Jules narrowed her eyes at that. “Sound advice, Detective. Would you say the crime rate in Victoria has risen in the past couple of years, and why?”
A tech collected a piece of evidence off the trail and bagged it before carrying it over to the ME crouched near the body of the young woman. She hadn’t died easily. He just needed one solid lead, maybe then…
“Detective Roy?”
He jerked and then cursed at getting caught off-guard. “Crime is on the rise everywhere, Miss Crenshaw. I guess you and I have job security, don’t we?” He tuned out whatever she said next, his attention on the sealed evidence bag.
