Chapter Twenty-NineTrevor jingled the coins in his pocket while he stared out the window in his office. The sheeting rain drummed on the panes and blurred the outside view into an impressionist painting. He scowled and turned back to his desk where the Harrell file lay strewn across the surface.
“I’ve got to disqualify some of these suspects. There are too many.” Sighing, he rubbed his chilled hands together. “Right. Best get to it, then.”
Voices murmured outside his closed door. Hunched over the desk, he bundled the forensic reports, interview notes, and crime scene photographs into individual stacks. As he sifted through the papers, he tossed his lists of questions and theories on the bookcase.
When everything from the file had been organized, Trevor dropped into the chair and slid th
