Chapter 20
Jacksonville, FL
AT MY DESK, I GATHERED my scattered wits, turned to the computer, and started to type. When I was satisfied with my handiwork, I sent the chief an e-mail with the document attached and copied the sheriff. Ten minutes later, my telephone rang, and when I picked it up, I heard the chief say,
“George, “ the chief said, “bring a copy of your draft up here, and bring Nick Metaxas with you, if you will.”
“Yes, Sir. Your office?”
“The sheriff’s office.”
“We’re on the way.”
I printed a couple of copies of the document and then went in search of Nick. I found him deep in conversation with my lieutenants. “Sorry to interrupt, guys,” I said, “but Nick and I are wanted upstairs to discuss the press conference.”
“No problem, boss,” Janet said. “We’ve got the ball rol
