“He saw her lower lip trembling and reminded himself to keep his voice on an even keel. Contending with the Russell Straights of the world was one thing. Janice Deal was a far different matter. “The officer in charge said all this was no proof of anything other than a break-in.” Her eyes flashed as she swept her arm around the devastated kitchen of her condo. “He didn’t even seem too convinced of that.” “You get his name?” She nodded, biting her lip, and handed him a card. Driscoll glanc...ed at it but didn’t recognize the name. He nodded, staring at the spatters of blood across the otherwise pristine face of the refrigerator. “Maybe this is the way they cook at his house,” Driscoll said. “Cops…” Russell Straight said, shaking his head. Driscoll had introduced the two of them at the door. To his credit, Straight had offered to wait outside, but Janice had insisted he come in.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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