CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They arrived on the outskirts of Petersburg. Greg called Tom Brewster and they agreed to meet at noon in the Rodeo BBQ, just outside of Richmond. The plan was to visit Mrs Gulden after lunch, then head back to North Carolina. Brian’s phone rang. It was his sergeant reporting on the autopsy.
“Just as we thought, he died of a shot to the head. The curious thing was that his blood alcohol was .23. Off the charts. He was possibly unconscious when shot. It certainly indicated that he had continued to drink after leaving the pub. Pathologist will have more details for you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Charlie. Any news from the bank?”
“Not yet. I just got back from the autopsy. I’ll call over there to see if they can put a rush on it.”
“Ask for the manager, Peggy.”
“Will do.”
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