CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Another day, another period of endless time, and Charlie Andrews is still sitting in his classrooms not knowing that I’m about to spring the trap that will capture him. Tommy, my favorite copy boy, stops by my desk.
"Anything new on the rich woman's murder?"
"Not a word, Souper. We’re now into the fifth frustrating day and there's nothing going on. The key is the husband but no one has been able to find him."
Someone on the floor yells for Tommy, and he takes off at a dead run.
My phone jangles. Joe Palumbo tells me they just found Sonny Johnson and I can ride with him. I tell him I'll meet him downstairs in three minutes. I grab my camera off the end of the desk and set off at a run to Specs’ office. He’s just coming out the door, so the timing is perfect. "They fo
