CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THE NEXT NIGHT, CONNIE and Winston rushed through the halls of the police station, while the officers brought the sobbing, handcuffed Travis Crawford into the booking area.
Winston grabbed an officer. “What the hell happened with Travis Crawford?”
“Travis shot Charlie Gere,” the officer said.
“What?” Connie gasped.
“Yeah, he claims it was self-defense and Gere was beating his mother.”
“Oh my god.” Connie covered her mouth.
Winston moved as another crop of arrestees passed. “Send Travis upstairs to room A okay?” he instructed the officer. “We want to talk to him first.”
“Yes, sir.” The cop nodded. “Getting right on it.” He zipped from the crowd.
“Come on.” Winston and Connie jumped on the nearest elevator and got to the detectives’ floor.
“I can’t believe this.
