26
FORD
Without Duncan breathing down his neck, Ford found a weight had been lifted. A good partner boosts you, a bad one drags you under. He spent most of Friday on paperwork, taking formal statements and summarising the case notes so far. Dori Thomas and Ms. Fleming—he didn’t yet know her first name—had agreed to give their statements to Ford and a detective from the Lynchburg PD tomorrow, and then Ford could request the warrant on Monday morning. Execute it in the afternoon. Working weekends wasn’t his favourite thing, but he’d signed up to be a detective and criminals didn’t respect the nine-to-five. Overtime was part of the job.
But before he spoke with the last two witnesses, he had a party to attend. Hallie didn’t seem enthused, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? And a Halloween
