CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
An hour or so later, Riley stood beside Chief Sinard outside the interview room in the Angier police station. The two of them were watching and listening as Jenn interviewed Ivan “Trip” Crozier, who sat shackled to a heavy table.
Trip showed the beating he’d gotten back at the trailer park. His face was bruised and bandaged. But Riley couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry for him.
He’s scum, all right, she thought. The world was certainly a better place without him on the streets.
But was he the killer they were looking for? Riley was still trying to figure that out.
It was clear that Jenn, who was asking all the right questions, was trying to figure that out too.
She said, “You claim to have been in Des Moines on the night of Katy Philbin’s murder.”
“Yeah,” Trip sai
