Where Were You?
First thing in the morning we checked with the guards who had manned the gate at Bentwater. I parked the car, got out, and walked over to them. They had Hemphill recorded as going out at approximately 10:45.
I looked to Ribs and smiled. “If Hemphill left at 10:45, that would give him plenty of time to get to Huntsville, do whatever he had to do—include killing Farnsworth—and still fit the TOD estimation that the ME gave to us.”
“No doubt,” Ribs said. “It’s only about thirty-five miles from here.”
“Another thing, Detective—if you’re interested—Mrs. Hemphill went out about thirty minutes after he did.”
“What time did she return?” Ribs asked.
The guard scanned the list, then said, “She came back around 3:00. And he returned around 1:30.”
“That would be pushing it for hi
