ELARA'S POV
Walsh listened without interrupting. She let us talk through all of it from the beginning and she wrote almost nothing down. She just watched us.
And I got the feeling that she was the kind of person who trusted her memory more than her notes and had been right about that long enough to keep doing it.
When we finished she was quiet for a moment. Then she turned a page in her folder and slid a photograph across the table. And it showed a man in his sixties who was heavily set.
He had the kind of face that gave nothing away in photographs because it had been trained to give nothing away everywhere.
"This is Richard Hale," she said. "Both of you already know him. But look at who is standing right behind him."
I leaned forward.
And in the background of the photo, and also
