CHAPTER 24
“I tell you, chief, it just doesn’t fit!” Welles was angry with frustration. He’d just received word at the station house of Billy Crawford’s murder. Luckily, it was outside his jurisdiction, so he wouldn’t have to work that case, too! “Sure, it was murder, obviously, and I’ll bet you Bill Crawford knew or at least met all the other victims; he was a hot-shot decorator. But I say his was a different killer, probably some altogether different motive, too. It just doesn’t fit the pattern I’m working on.”
“Hmm, does the murderer know that, too?” the Chief asked, sarcastically.
“Look, if those guys at that other precinct get involved with our investigation, the whole thing’s gonna get muddled. Besides, Chief, you’re the only one I’ve even told of my theories, and you know
