CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A WEEK LATER
“Are you sure?” Winston sat at attention in his office when the officer assigned to tail CeCe Babbitt reported what he’d seen.
“Yep.” The middle-aged, balding white man held his waist. “Babbitt went to West Chelsea Boulevard last night, the exact spot where Prisha’s body was found.”
Winston propped his elbows on the desk.
“He was there for about twenty minutes. Sat in his car crying and then he left.”
“This is big.”
The cop rubbed the back of his neck. “Why would he go over there and cry?”
Winston sipped cherry soda from a can. “Stay on him because we might be close to something.”
The man tipped his head. “Sure thing.”
Connie walked in as the officer left. “I got news on CeCe Babbitt.”
“What a surprise.” Winston told her about CeCe going to the scen
