CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Okay, let’s start with what Joe found down in the lab,” Frank grunted, settling back in the large leather recliner in the living room and opening a thick file folder at the same time. “You’re gonna love this, Turn.”
Three of us sat in the living room facing the big TV: Me, Frank, and Gramps. We sat in comfortable chairs, with Frank and Gramps each having a bottle of beer sitting on a snack tray beside the chairs. In front of Gramps sat a large platter of food. Of which half was empty thanks to Frank’s non-appetite.
Gramps said he’d never witnessed two cops working case files before and thought it’d be interesting to sit in and listen. He sat beside me, dressed in a pair of expensive dark slacks, a dark navy-blue button-down shirt on underneath a dark brown pullover swea
