“Where to now? Go up and interview Zoey’s ex?”
“No,” Turner said, opening the 300’s car door and sliding in behind the wheel as Frank folded himself into his seat at the same time. “I doubt he could give us anything Zoey’s already told us. Let’s go check out the university. See if we can find something that gives us a portrait of James Watson before his demise. Maybe we’ll get something from that end of the conversation.”
Frank nodded and buckled himself into his seat as Turner started the 300’s engine. Doing a quick 180-degree turn, the luxury car rolled down the dirt road, slowed, and turned onto an empty, paved county road. Neither saw the small Hyundai Sonata sitting behind a row of orange trees on the opposite side of the highway from the dirt road leading down to the Chen home. But
