CHAPTER TWELVE
Rylie sipped coffee and sighed as the police led the suspects into the line-up. It wasn’t even seven o’clock, yet, and she was already exhausted.
Gary Vinton, number three, stood there, smirking. Facing life behind bars, and yet, he looked as happy as a clam. She wondered what on earth it would take to wipe that smile from his face.
Michael Brisbane sat at a desk with the girl who’d nearly been kidn*pped. Petite and dainty, with a short pixie haircut, she looked much younger than her twenty-seven years, especially in her baggy, college-girl sweats and headband. Her name was Hazel Gray, and she hadn’t stopped talking since she came into the station.
That was probably why she and Brisbane were getting on famously. It was amazing they were letting each other get a word in e
