CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“The plates came back with a red flag,” Harrison said.
Jordan looked up from the footprint she was busy photographing, and Nash nodded as though he’d half expected the news.
“The vehicle was reported stolen from a parking lot in Albany three days ago,” Harrison continued. “Question is, what the hell is it doin’ here?” Harrison asked, confused and angry. He had enough on his plate.
“Tell you what, sheriff, we’ll tell Albany PD when we go to see the coroner. It’s the least I can do. After all, it’s on my crime scene,” Nash said.
Harrison’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t believe his luck. Either this agent was plain stupid, very helpful, or up to something. Whatever the case, the car was no longer his problem. “Well, Agent, I guess when you’re right, you’re right. Who am I t
