CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Mackenzie was drinking coffee and feeling a little irritated. Without Ellington by her side, she had no real interest in getting to know the officers that were sitting at the small conference table with her. Two of the three who had showed up at Windham’s house were there—named Smith and Burke—as was the sheriff of Bedford.
She and the sheriff—a rotund man with the last name of Robinson on the nameplate on his chest—had watched snippets of the videos only after she had requested they do it in private, without any other officers. After watching enough (more than enough, if Mackenzie was being honest), she had called McGrath and told her what she had found. He seemed pleased and, given the nature of what was on the laptop, felt certain that once again, Mackenzie White ha
