Chapter 15
As Doyle listened into the receiver, the phone rang once, twice, three times and then someone answered.
“Hello?”
“James?” Doyle asked, sitting in his desk chair in the squad room. Parker had done more than his job with the computing tools at his disposal and had found not only the missing witness but also the victim who’d moved out of town, and the retired detective who moved to Arizona.
“Who is this?”
“My name is Doyle McCann.” He paused, knowing that his next words could result in a hang up. “I’m with the Philly PD and—”
“I thought this was all over two years ago.”
“Sorry for the intrusion. But we’ve got to talk,” Doyle said, hoping to mollify the man.
“I did my part. Why are you bothering me now?” The raw hostility came through clearly.
“Your part? You did your part?
