On the drive up to the lake, I called Lieutenant Yankovich. Told him we had a possible break in the case. Told him there was a chance we could wrap it up in a couple of hours. But there was a problem. The mayor wanted me to step up to the podium and lead the news conference down at city hall. Yank said he’d handle it. Just wind it up and get back as fast as possible.
Thank goodness I was driving the ‘10 version of the Shelby Mustang. A few extra horses made all the difference in the world. Fortunately, it had momentarily stopped raining. The hot night air dried out the asphalt considerably. Which was helpful since five hundred eighty horses growling loudly under the hood made the ‘Stang move considerably more compared to the ‘67 edition. Just north of the city on the state highway, carved
