Chapter 12Detective Bane Ford leaned back in his chair and allowed his mind to wander from the file on his desk. The pencil eraser went straight to his mouth, a bad habit for sure, one he’d tried to break years before, but sometimes it was the only way to keep from talking out loud to himself in the tough cases. Alex was by his side, watching his activities. With a flick of his fingers, Ben closed the file and glanced up.
“Ben, any progress?” Alex asked.
“Alex, the body was like a human, a female, but I am thinking, what was the woman doing when the starship crashed there?”
“Have you got the autopsy report?”
“No, but the sheriff warned us to stay away from the media.” He started laughing. “You are my friend, but also a journalist.”
Ben smiled at Alex as he was ready to get out of his
