CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Riley and Jenn got into the car, and Riley started driving back to the motel. It was early evening now. Riley’s head was still spinning from all that had happened this afternoon.
And that nagging feeling of doubt wouldn’t go away.
Was it possible—just dimly possible—that the coach wasn’t the killer?
“So what now?” Jenn said as Riley drove.
Riley glanced toward her and shrugged.
“Well, you know the procedure. The district attorney has to review the evidence and decide about charges. Chief Sinard is probably in touch with him right now, getting that ball rolling. It probably won’t get done today, though. Tomorrow the suspect will appear before a judge and there will be talk about bail, but considering the murder charge …”
Jenn interrupted her with a chuckle.
“I know
