Chapter Thirteen
Cops were everywhere in the house, and Mark knew both of Link Stone’s daughters and his widow, Melinda, were being questioned by another detective. A welder was burning through the metal of the safe, and four other cops in the office had pulled out every book from the bookshelf and dumped them in a pile on the floor. The desk had been emptied, and a hidden door in the bookshelf had been opened.
Detective Murphy had gone inside, where there were shelves of papers and books. One was an album of photos of kids, which he had brought to the desk, and Billy Jo was going through it now. Instead of names, each child had only a number.
“You want to take a break, grab a coffee or something?” Mark asked her.
She shook her head and kept flipping the pages. “The detective said ther
