CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“HELLO, IS THIS MRS. Jacinta Witt?” Dee asked the woman on the phone as Connie sat on the edge of Dee’s desk.
“Yes, it is,” the woman answered. “Who’s asking?”
“Mrs. Witt, I’m Detective Dee Quarter from Baltimore. Homicide.”
“Homicide?”
“You have a son named LJ Witt, do you not?” Dee made eye contact with Connie.
“Yes, I do.” Her voice shook. “Is something wrong?”
“We caught up with a friend of LJ’s who gave us your name and number. We’re trying to contact LJ. Is he staying in Aurora, Illinois with you?”
“I haven’t heard from LJ in at least twelve years.”
“What?”
“I don’t speak to my son, Detective. We fell out years ago. He left Aurora and that’s the last time I saw him.”
Dee blew out a breath. “We heard he moved back to Illinois about a year ago because yo
