“This case is killing me.” Connie sat across from Jolie in the police station lounge the next day. “It has to be E.Z. Crocker. I can’t think of anyone else.”
“Nothing points to him though.” Jolie popped a chip in her mouth. “Anyone else you can think of? Wait a minute.” She sat up quickly. “Damn, how could we miss him?”
“Who?”
“Who probably wants revenge on you even more than E.Z. and is s******c enough to do
something like this?”
Connie sipped strawberry soda. “CeCe.”
“Of course. CeCe’s behind this.”
“Nah.”
“He’s obsessed with you and you’re trying to send him to prison. He’d want revenge more than anyone.”
“CeCe’s the type who’d want to t*****e me himself not hire someone else to do it.” Connie gulped the sweet soda that ended with a burning sensation. “He’s already in more trou
