CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Brian’s head was spinning with the new information. If true, Springer could not have killed Gulden and they were dealing with one murderer, not two. He called Greg to confirm lunch and dropped off Audrey at the station. Davies was there, as expected. Brian really liked working with his sergeant. When they had a hot case going, Charlie was always available. Long hours, weekends, no excuses. Brian thought he should send his long-suffering and patient wife some flowers.
“Hey, Charlie. Anything for me?”
“Actually, yes. We got a few responses to the newspaper article.”
Brian raised his eyebrows.
“Mostly vague and useless, but two you need to check out. Kemper, the guy you interviewed, remembered more about the car that picked up Gulden. Now he’s sure it was black, with
