CHAPTER THIRTY
A day and a half later, Marisol Mendez still hadn’t flipped. Ryan considered that a sign that Michael Missinger wasn’t involved. Jessie thought he was probably right. But she couldn’t shake the apprehension that, despite all the evidence, they were railroading an innocent woman. She told him so.
She even went back to the media room to review footage of the interview with Missinger that Ryan and Trembley had conducted. She hadn’t found anything new or revealing in the interrogation itself. But she did notice that after he was left alone to write up his statement—away from the pressure of hovering detectives—Missinger seemed surprisingly sanguine.
He pushed the blond hair out of his blue eyes and settled comfortably into his chair. It was as if all the tension from the inte
