Chapter Fifteen
Beatrice stretched her cramped legs a little before standing up. “Is something wrong?”
“Maybe. Yeah, I definitely think so.”
Mellie held out a piece of paper and what looked like a couple of photographs that had been blown up. Beatrice walked over to Lester’s desk and carefully peered over Mellie’s shoulder.
The piece of paper was some sort of report on what appeared to be an accident. Beatrice frowned as she read. The details of two vehicles were listed, the location, and the time. She studied the photo next and saw Jack Dawson with wide, staring eyes. “Is this a police report?”
Mellie shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. On the second page, there’s the name of some kind of private investigator business. And that’s Jack in those pictures.”
“Jack was involved in an
