Chapter 27
Richard Carlan was innocent and he knew it, but he’d been a cop long enough to know that wasn’t any guarantee you’d stay out of jail, not if a determined cop came after you.
Brosterhouse was coming after the wrong guy, but Carlan had no way of proving it. It was frustrating that there hadn’t been any fingerprints. The Portland lab was taking forever with the DNA, just as he’d feared.
He had a good sketch of the missing “Mr. Evers,” at least. The motel clerk had been very observant. But the killer seemed to have disappeared into the darkness without a trace. Though the dogs had been at the scene of the abandoned Escalade within minutes, they hadn’t been able to pick up a scent…which should have been impossible. Carlan had driven back to the motel room and grabbed some of the f
