CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
Waldo and three of the detectives who were on his raid crew marched the McAlisters down the corridor and parked them in separate interview rooms. The CIRT officer who’d gone out with him hadn’t returned, and Georgie recalled they’d all been transferred to the Getty farm.
On a high from the arrests, they spewed back into the briefing room, talking animatedly and firing tasks at the female detective they’d left behind. She rushed about grinning, happy to be actively involved now.
As she stopped to collect papers from a desk, Georgie asked, ‘What can I do?’
The detective threw up her hands before dashing from the room.
‘My gut agrees with our initial assumption,’ Waldo was saying. ‘The way they gave themselves up, their cooperation with keys and the like, all corrobo
