Twenty-Five
ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, Helen and I are sitting in Gladys’ office, looking at the large center screen at a shot of Dale Riddle sitting alone in the interrogation room.
“Why aren’t you doing the interview?” I ask.
Helen shrugs. “Simple. It’s Dan’s case. And we’re shaking things up a bit. I’m trying to learn that I don’t have to do everything.”
Something occurs to me when she says this. “Wait, shouldn’t Dan have gone out and made the arrest?”
“Technically, yes,” Helen says. “But this needed a little finesse. Dan’s a great guy and a fine detective, but he has all the finesse of the Incredible Hulk.”
I nod. “Yeah, I see your point.”
“Quiet, you two,” Gladys says. She has a headset on, and I’m trying to figure out what she’s listening to.
“Hear anything?” Helen asks.
She shake
