TWENTY-FOUR
Detectives Hodges and Knowles sat silently in the conference room while the uniformed officers maintained their posts outside. Joey opened the door and stepped inside.
“He’s a little upset,” Joey said.
“How little?” K.C. asked.
“Okay, maybe I undersold it. He’s pissed and he says he’s not going anywhere until he talks to his lawyer.”
“Would that be Mr. Culpepper?”
“No. He said he has a criminal lawyer. I don’t know who it is.”
K.C. glanced at Jerry, who grimaced. “I don’t have a problem if he calls his lawyer,” K.C. said, “but we’re taking him with us when we leave here.”
“That may be easier said than done, because I don’t think he intends to leave with you.”
“Mr. Stephens, we appreciate you trying to help us smooth this thing out, but his intent is irrelevant. We’re t
