CHAPTER 13The condos looked more like LEGOs stacked in four staggered tiers than the high-rise that came to mind when Bohannon said their first stop was at a set of condos near the Willamette River. The detective pulled into a parking lot in front of a Visitors sign next to the expansive low-slung buildings and slid his truck into Park. He reached into his door’s side pocket and removed a folder. Flipping it open, he said, “The Ackermans are on the third floor in this building.” He nodded through the speckled windshield. “You ready? You got quiet there for a minute.”
“I just don’t like the Ross Island Bridge is all. Too close to the water for my taste,” she said. She opened the door and looked back at the detective. “Is there anything specific about these people that drew your attention?”
