Sheriff Payton and the police chief, judging by his uniform, were in the conference room when Lynn returned. The chief was talking. Lynn judged him to be in his early fifties. His greying dark hair was slicked back and the uniform he was wearing, jacket, tie and all, looking like it had been freshly pressed. He gave off the air of professionalism, and though thin and no taller than her, he seemed like a man you could trust and who knew what he was doing.
Unfortunately, he was saying that there would be no interviews today. All the people who had been brought in had requested lawyers and he had decided to honor it despite the fact that no one had been charged with anything yet. There was also the question of jurisdiction which had yet to be properly assigned.
“Has any DNA been collected?”
