CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CONNIE ENTERED THE interrogation room the following day. “Mr. Pittman, thanks for coming.”
Kristopher Pittman took off his baseball cap, exposing the bald spot amongst his thinning, black hair. “I appreciate you meeting me, Detective.”
Connie sat at the table, dying to hear what he had to say. “What information do you have about Ursula Vickers?”
“First off, I never met the chick.” He waved his hands. “I’m here for my brother Noel.” The dimple on his chin gyrated. “He had an affair with Ursula.”
Connie wrote the admission on her notepad. “How long?”
“About three months. She was sleeping with other men too behind her husband’s back. Noel’s been scared to death since the husband went missing so I asked him what was wrong and he broke down and said Ursula offered him mon
