Chapter Thirty-One
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THE RECEPTION WAS held at a local bar. As I walked toward the entrance, I ran into Detective Stone. I’d seen both him and Detective Williams at the funeral, but was surprised to see him at the reception.
“Hello, Adriana,” he said, holding the door for me.
“Detective Stone. I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Please, call me Jeremy.”
I smiled. “Sure.”
“I wanted to pay my respects,” he said, walking behind me. “How have you been holding up?”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “It’s been hard.”
“I can only imagine.”
“How is the case going?” I asked as he moved next to me.
“Slow.”
“Can’t you find any DNA or fiber matches to convict any of the Devil’s Rangers?”
He grinned. “You’ve been watching CSI?”
“Of course,” I said, smiling sheepishly.
“Wel
