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Last night Reggie called and asked me to go with him to the crime scene to search for clues. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. Moreover, it was Saturday, a day I rarely work, and I didn’t have to go into the office. It gave me an opportunity to view the surroundings first hand. Maybe, it could help me make sense of what happened, strengthen my conviction that Toby was innocent, or nudge me in the other direction. I got up early, eager to begin, then spent a lot of time flitting around from one thing to another, waiting for Reggie to pick me up. Jacqueline Summerfield’s murder was the top media story as expected. The talking heads were trying the case on TV and condemning Toby, calling the case open and shut.
Mid-December, it was cold and overcast. Snow was heavy in the higher elevatio
