Chapter Thirteen
Ralph Henry arrived at his office in the Sheriff's department. He pulled out the chair to his desk and sat down. Henry looked down at the Secrest file that he had shoved under the desk. The file had remained right where he had placed it the night before in its sheltered location. Perhaps he would get a chance to go through the file today. The office was relatively quiet.
Henry also pulled out the Johnson file and looked over the typed copy of the report that had been filed. It was brief and to the point. He decided to go back through the forensic report. Henry shook his head as he reviewed the concise review that the forensics department had submitted. He had been used to a more detailed report from forensics when he had worked at Baton Rouge. There wasn't much to go on
