65
Two days after my appearance on Walker’s Weekly I received a telephone call from Bob Napper.
“Brad,” he said. “We’ve received the results of the DNA tests on the clothes you wore when you were attacked.”
I began to feel queasy.
“Oh yes,” I said.
“Unfortunately they’ve drawn a blank. Sorry, Brad. I wish I had better news for you, something that would help your brother, and your friend Jed. Well, you know what I mean, as far as they can be helped.”
“That’s all right Bob,” I told him. “You did your best.”
“Oh, and Brad,” he said.
“Yes Bob?”
“Nice work on that show. I’ve never liked Adkins.”
We both chuckled.
“Thanks Bob. See you.”
“See you.”
Elated by the news, I left the office with a distinct spring in my step.
As I made my way across the car park, Adkins descended on me, s
