Chapter 18On Monday morning, April presented me with our tenth holiday gift which represented lords a-leaping. As I opened the package, I grinned like a child who'd been caught red-handed doing something they shouldn't. “While I should be thoroughly offended, it's rather hysterical. You bought me books about police investigations.”
“There are three. One of them is an author's bible for writing murder mysteries. The second is an amateur's guide to understanding how a police investigation works. And the third is a book about the psychology of a killer.” April instantly connected the dots for me, noting that she still believed I was leaping to conclusions about Porter's killer.
“I love the gift. It'll even come in handy! But I'm certain this time, and we're going to prove it today. Plus, I
