CHAPTER
TEN
In the weeks following Faith Wesley’s murder, time seems to slow. We finish interviewing Faith’s hooker friends, each one less helpful than the one before. There is still no hit on the DNA sample, and I begin to blame the stalled case on Larry’s incompetence. Already prickly about his drinking, Larry has grown even less congenial. For my part, I can’t shake the sense he’s somehow tumbled to my special interest in the Summers’ case.
To make things worse, the Wesleys have gotten their lawyers involved. What’s surprised me most is the number of people on the legal staff protecting the Wesleys’ interests. A lawyer from Stanhope Thornton placed me on notice that they are the “liaison” to the investigation and insist all further contact be made through the “team.” Larry prefers th
