Chapter Twenty Two
I sat there stunned by the Senator’s question. I revisited the crime scene in my mind. The only thing related to Jay Burns was the common tie of painting. “Sir, I saw her briefly before I realized she was dead then ran and called the police. Afterwards, they took over the scene. I’m not sure what I can add to what you already know,” I stammered and plucked at a stray thread on the placemat in front of me.
“ Hmm…the sheriff said the same thing. I’m having a difficult time processing that someone murdered my daughter. She was the joy of my life,” Richard said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open, he held it out so I could see the photo of a little girl with silvery curls and a smile as wide as the ocean. She wore a pink ballet out
