was late April, and I was driving my Police SUV towards Midtown on Friday afternoon after solving the Black Badge case. I'd invited Cindy to come with me, ostensibly to see her sister and to give her opinion on the house Molly was planning to buy, but more so that Cindy could spend some time with her good buddy Teresa Croyle.
"So, did you ever figure out who'd been investigating you and your college days?" Cindy asked. It was a two hour drive to Midtown, and we had some time to talk 'shop' that we really couldn't talk about elsewhere.
"No, but I have my suspicions." I said. "Todd's new family, the Burkes, have long wanted to know what happened to their son Jack, who was also Teresa's lover some years ago. But this time it seemed like a much more well-populated and well-financed investiga
