Hank and Sam filed the rest of the notes that might mean anything to the case away, while they stuck the miscellaneous others through the shedder. There was no hope of finding anything off of those and to them; it was just a waste of time.
“Do you think Barry is having any luck?” Sam asked Hank who stopped by the coffee pot to grab some coffee.
“I sure hope so, or we’re tough out of luck. You know the evidence we have is very limited at best to fight against Lea on all these other murders. We need some eye witnesses. But so far, every murder has been clean and nothing worth of nothing has been found.” Sam tapped the folder he was holding on the counter, shaking his head.
“Hank, you and I have been walking this beat for far too long
