CHAPTER TEN
Even though Camille had not yet met with the family of Sara Berringer, she still felt like she was backtracking when she and Palmer decided to them. She stared aimlessly out of the passenger side window into the freshly-fallen night as Palmer drove. Sara's parents lived on the outskirts of the city, just far enough away from New Orleans to avoid the noise, but still close enough so that their neighborhood still held that rustic New Orleans charm.
"Was the family helpful when you spoke to them the first time?" Camille asked.
"The father was. He was furious and if I would have let him, he would have gone out with a shotgun to find the killer on his own. The mother was a wreck, though. You know how that sudden news sort of makes people fold in on themselves?"
She nodded. Yes,
