CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
One thing Avery always appreciated about her job was that she never quite knew what to expect. Even when cases seemed very similar, no two days or two leads were ever the same. She was reminded of this when she pulled up in front of Kevin Parrish’s townhouse. He lived in a fairly nice little townhouse complex; each structure contained six to eight townhouses, each boasting their own quaint little front stoop.
She saw Kevin Parrish right away, sitting under his stoop. He was sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette and reading a book. She could barely remember what he had looked like on the stand during Biel’s trial but she was quite sure he did not look like he did as she got out of the car and approached his front stoop.
He had grown his hair long and had one
