Mini Cones: Ramesh Recaps Chapters 27-30

04/30/21 • 6 min

Mini Cones: Ramesh Recaps Chapters 27-30
Great friend of the podcast, Ramesh Unni, recaps chapters 27-30 ahead of the release of the LAST 4 chapters. Ramesh starts with some wonderful words about the author's sister and brother-in-law.

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Chapter 30: A Garage

Chapter 30 begins with Delores Sparne tiptoeing through her son's room.
Many Cones is a podcast novel based on true crime. The murders inspiring this crime fiction took place 30 miles from Chicago in Northwest Indiana, and captivated the area from the initial brutal crime scene all the way through and beyond discovery of a shockingly bizarre motive.
The cul-de-sac bore witness to a party gone bad. Broken bottles and empty, crushed cans littered the pavement. Richard avoided the clutter and pulled into the driveway. He sat for ten minutes before Ricardo came out. The Kid exercised self control to keep from laying on the horn. Teenagers did that sort of thing, not made men. However, punctuality would be discussed.

Ricardo entered the vehicle in a mean rush. The car door was slammed shut. Sparne backed out to the roadway and glared at his companion. “What’s the problem? I told you to be ready.”

As they drove off Ricardo answered, “My uncle. He picked this morning to play daddy. Wanted to know where I go at night and what I’m doing. . Told him me and my mother would be gone from his stupid house tomorrow. I may kick his ass when we leave. Teach him some respect.”

“It must be something that’s going around. My parents had a bunch of questions for me, too. I finally had to tell them to leave me the fuck alone. I may not even tell them where I’m moving to.

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Chapter 31: A Hunt

Chapter 31 starts with Ray and Margie in pursuit of Richard Sparne and Ricardo Morales.
Many Cones is a podcast novel based on true crime. The murders inspiring this crime fiction took place 30 miles from Chicago in Northwest Indiana, and captivated the area from the initial brutal crime scene all the way through and beyond discovery of a shockingly bizarre motive.
Grandisha was nearing Gina’s neighborhood. As they sped through the city, neither he nor Margie spoke. The siren and lights caused traffic to part, allowing them to proceed unimpeded. The pressure of the hunt was spooking Margie. She finally had to say something. “If he didn’t take the card with the address, why do you think he’s going to her house?”

“He didn’t ‘not’ take the card. His mother took it out of his pocket without his knowledge. When he left, he thought he had it. She’s his important thing to do this morning.”

“Even so, there’s no way he’d remember the address.”

Ray paused, then completed the equation. “I think he’s been there. He wrote the address down as a backup.”

Margie considered the answer. Decided Grandisha was correct. Asked a new question. “How did you make the connection between ‘Lawyer’s bitch’ and the attorney you called?”

“The background we got this morning on Morales. His paternity case. Regis Cahan was listed as his attorney. No other legal types mentioned for Sparne or Morales. It had to be him.”

A surprised look crossed Margie’s face. Her eyes opened wide. “Your mind works like a fucking computer.”

“I hope I’m wrong, but I don’t think so.”

Ray began circling attractive residential streets. The siren and lights were still blazing. People working in yards stopped what they were doing and gaped at the clamoring car. Grandisha and Margie both strained their eyes reading addresses. They finally found the correct street name and were nearing the right set of numbers.

Margie pointed through the windshield, excitement shading her voice, “There it is.”

A quaint two story house with an attached garage loomed in their vision, like a gothic castle. Ray jerked his vehicle onto the driveway and skidded to a stop. He and Margie jumped out of the car and sprinted to the front door, amid lawn mowers competing with the squelching siren for Saturday morning dominance.

The residence was too quiet. Something bad was happening. Ray didn’t waste time trying the door or knocking. He drew his gun and shot the lock. He slammed his shoulder into the hardwood, snapping the inside chains previously hooked to protect the residents. They rushed in, paused at a battered bathroom door, then ran to the source of screams and curses.