CHAPTER NINETEEN
Before Riley could start giving orders to the FBI agents sitting at the conference table with her, Chief Belt burst into the room. He looked as exasperated as he had when she’d left him back at the interrogation room.
“Would someone please tell me what’s going on?” he barked. “Agent Paige, the last thing you told me was that Carson’s not our killer. Then you took off without explaining a damn thing.”
“Please sit down, Chief Belt,” Riley said.
Belt sat down across the table, looking expectant and impatient.
Riley said, “As you just heard, Grant Carson confessed to a completely separate and unrelated crime. And the truth is, we’ve got absolutely no evidence to connect him with the murders. And if we waste time trying to find some connection that isn’t there—”
Belt inte
