A Body in Huntsville
I sent Marissa home shortly after supper and retired early. Not long after midnight, the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Detective Cataldi, this is the Deputy Skelton up at Huntsville. We’ve got a body I think you’ll be interested in.”
“Not to sound callous, but why would I be interested in a body in Huntsville?”
“It’s the guy you sent out flyers on, the one from Dallas—Roger Farnsworth.”
As soon as Skelton said the name I recognized who it was. It hit hard. I had wanted this guy alive so that we might have gotten information out of him. “Okay, Skelton. I’ll get my partner, and we’ll be right up. It’ll probably take us an hour and a half from where we are.”
“We’ll be here,” he said. “And I know the body isn’t going anywhere.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said. I dialed Ribs and told
