CHAPTER 28
"Dang!" Eric Walter felt all lost. He'd been chugging in, well, he couldn't even keep track of all the bottles of Jack Daniels that had gotten into his tummy. He swore curses under his breath every time he thought of Patrick. That hell of a guy wouldn't give him a chance to get near Chief Jones! He was sure they can get nowhere near solving the case. He knew it was all tangled up. He held the key. The key to unlocking the mystery of this case. Why wouldn't they just listen to him? He kept surfing through the TV channels and stopped when the Richard and Ashton homicide was detailed in one of it. He smacked himself. Well, it was his news channel. His blurring eyes found it hard to focus on the screen. Who was that lady out there? Patricia? Oh, yeah, it's her. With a white tank top,
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