CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
She was so sure of her hunch when she got to her apartment that she wasted no time. She threw her backpack down on the floor in front of the door and dashed to the coffee table where her laptop and case files were still sitting from yesterday afternoon. She grabbed up the file folder and dumped out the contents, scattering them over the coffee table and the couch.
She came to Trevor Simms’s information, possibly the easiest to pinpoint. It had all but been confirmed that he had spent the day he died out on the streets trying to land customers for his lawn care business. She then pulled out Dana Moore’s information. While they had concrete confirmation about a door-to-door situation, her mother had indicated that much of her business was conducted by going to the homes
