CHAPTER NINE
Tom stormed into the office, slamming doors and banging things around on his desk.
Reba, not normally bothered by Tom's blustering, quietly slipped into his office, handed him a folder and left in silence. Things were piling up on his desk. He stared at the stack of messages, reports and miscellaneous papers and quickly went through them for anything that might pertain to the two open death cases. He had a phone message and the coroner’s report. But he didn’t have the patience to sit and read through it all.
He walked back out front.
"Can you bring me up to speed on our two death cases?"
All three deputies’ head’s rose up. Rick spoke up first.
"We are still pretty much nowhere with Evan Scott. We've interviewed friends, family, and girlfriends. We can't find anyone with
