“I JUST WANT AN EXPLANATION for all this,” Frank Becket growls. “Is it incompetence? Corruption? I know Rodriguez worked for you while you were recovering, Chief Parr. What, did you decide to play favorites? Maybe the fact that my little girl was . . . was . . . well, you just don’t think her life was worth much anyway.”
“Frank, please,” Sharon pleads. “Chief Parr and Father Tom came here to talk to us.”
“Well,” he says, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed, “start talking.”
Helen takes a deep breath and says, “Mr. Becket, Mrs. Becket, some of the things I’m going to tell you must remain confidential. It’s vital to finding who killed Ashley that some details remain out of the public eye.” She looks at me, then back at them. “I understand that Rick is dating a reporter?”
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