CHAPTER 10Sherrill Newsome escorted JoAnn Crawford into the conference room. Bannister pulled out a chair for her, thinking she looked like an Amish housewife, complete with long black skirt, white blouse with simple ruffle, and hair in a topknot bun. No lipstick or makeup.
“We’re so sorry about your brother and appreciate your meeting with us,” Bannister said.
“Thank you,” she replied, placing her folded hands in her lap. She had piercing eyes that looked slightly bloodshot. The thought that she may have been crying was dispelled when she spoke.
“I’ll save you some time. My brother and I weren’t close. We didn’t love each other, but we didn’t hate each other either. We were just distant. I haven’t seen him in two years. We exchanged birthday and Christmas cards.”
“Where did you last s
