Chapter 29Lieutenant Daniel Garcia sat at the center table in the War Room between investigators Clarke and Sanchez. Steam rose from untouched coffee mugs. Behind them sat an unopened box of doughnuts from the small cafe and bakery on West Main, just west of Nick Tahou's. On any other day, and left in any other part of the precinct, the pastries would not have survived Roll Call.
Richards stood by the chalkboard—the large monitor appeared like a jumbled mess of photographs, and rap sheets. Richards manipulated the images, sorting through and arranging them into some sort of order. “Okay,” she said, as she turned and faced the group. “Before we get into this, a quick update. Wilcox, from forensics, has looked at all the available surveillance footage from the lake. Storefront cameras were
