Chapter Twenty-Three
By ten o’clock, Taz was sitting beside Detective Masser in the waiting room at the Scottsdale General. “What is the situation?” she asked.
“I haven’t talked with her directly, you understand, but the responding officer, Melinda Yates, told me she got the call at eight-twenty. Connie Whyte was found on the concrete floor of the underground parking garage by an older couple returning home from dinner. Connie was semi-conscious, had been beaten about the face, her jeans were down around her ankles, and Officer Yates found the girl’s torn undergarments under a parked car; bra and pants rolled up together. They’ve been bagged. There was blood and bruising on Connie’s thighs.”
“Extent of her injuries?”
“I talked with the doc. Connie was hit in the face several times. No
