CHAPTER TEN
Four hours later, Alexa put down the phone in the Benson Police Department’s work room and sighed in disgust. As she expected, the convenience store camera showed Jed Fisher buying a 24 pack of Budweiser almost at the exact same time as the murder, and a good twenty-minutes’ drive away. That and the testimony of three eyewitnesses, plus his own stubborn denial, pretty much eliminated him from suspicion.
So she and Stuart had stayed in Benson, calling parole officers and ex-cons from the intimidatingly long list of people who had been processed by both judges. She had never fully realized just how often career criminals got tried in multiple courts.
One after another, these less-than-model citizens came up clean. A few had died. Some were back in jail. Some had tight alibis f
