CHAPTER TWELVE
Maggie changed out of her dress and heels and brewed more coffee. The envelope with the crime scene photos Chaps and given her was laying on the counter. She had almost forgotten about them.
She spread them out across the counter and tried to put them in some sort of order. She didn’t have any doubt it was Keeley’s work, but by whose hand? He wasn’t going to get his own hands dirty, not anymore, he was too high up the food chain and had too much to lose. She stared at the photos for half an hour and then it hit her, she started counting foot prints. There were seven sets of foot prints. The two hikers, three deputies, Tom’s and the victim. She went over them and over them. Only seven sets of footprints and there should be at least eight.
She called Chaps.
“Deputy Chapman
