ELEVEN
Cory sat in his office and tried to keep his eyes focused as he read the coroner’s report on the latest John Doe. The Folly Island Police Department came up with no results on the fingerprints to identify the body. It had been two weeks, and they weren’t any closer to solving the murders.
Cory looked up at Tom walking in with a big grin on his face. “I hope that grin has something to do with this case and not because you won the latest office pool of how many ghost peppers Bull can eat in a minute.”
“We had to stop taking those bets; Bull is on medication for acid reflux. I am grinning about a lead I just got on our second victim.” Tom sat down in the adjacent chair and pulled out his notebook. “I finally tracked down an inmate who shared a cell with Lawson. His name’s Benjamin B
