Detective Jeff Lafferty of the Madison Police Department was a middle-aged man with a dark, army-approved buzz cut and was about as intimidating as a dust bunny at five feet, five inches tall. His forensics team was in the house now, securing the scene, while Brad, Nick, and Trisha were being questioned at the main house.
Questioned. In a murder. Trisha couldn't get warm.
Andrew was dead. Andrew who called her ma'am like a southern boy and smiled as if there was always something in life to smile about. Who would want someone like that dead? What kind of crazy bastard could kill someone like him?
Andrew had been a classmate of hers, Brad, and Chuck growing up. Though she was closest to Brad, the four of them were friends, much more than coworkers, and she much more than their boss. Irre
