TWENTY-TWO
K.C. Hodges was buried in paperwork at his desk in the Dallas Police Department’s Jack Evans Headquarters building on Lamar Street, just south of downtown. It had been three days since he and Jerry Knowles started their investigation into the murder of Ken Hargrove, and they were still waiting for fingerprint and blood test results. K.C. had more than enough to keep himself busy, though, while he waited. Unlike television detectives, his world didn’t stop for him to spend one hundred percent of his time investigating any one specific crime. In fact, awaiting the results gave him a welcome respite before having to spread himself even thinner over his existing caseload so he could take on one more.
He heard the familiar voice of Jerry Knowles talking with one of the other detect
