“DETECTIVE HINKS?”
Bud glanced up, pulling a pair of reading glasses from his face as he did. The woman standing in front of his desk had sandy brown hair, deep-set hazel eyes, and what he assumed was a perpetually worried expression on her plain face. He guessed she was always a bit tense, based on the way her narrow shoulders rounded and her hands twisted the handle of an ugly green purse as she looked at him. “Yes. Can I help you?”
She took a step closer, lowering her head as if she was embarrassed to be there. “I understand you’ve reopened the Georgia Minnick case?”
Bud stood up and motioned her to the chair on the other side of his desk. “I’m taking a fresh look at it, yes. Do you have information for me?”
The young woman lowered herself to the edge of the chair, her gaze sliding
