Zoey frowned and turned to the photos laid out on the table, scanning each picture.
“Captain,” Detective Holland called. “You've mentioned having a plan. But I don't see how we'd accomplish anything in twenty-nine hours. Not without having a clue or a suspect.”
“We don't need one,” Zoey answered. She didn't turn, she just kept staring at the pictures on the table. “We're short on time, and at this point, we don't need to work hard. We need to work smart.”
Detective Holland frowned, eyes glistening with uncertainty. “Captain, I still don't get the plan here. How do we work smarter?”
Zoey blinked and fastened her gaze on him. “By using Roland Smith,” she answered.
Holland's eyebrows locked tighter.
“Using Roland?” His voice dropped. “You heard the Chief. We can't bring Roland back in
