CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
When I arrive at the office the next day, Larry tells me the chief wants to see me. I head straight to Delahunt’s office. He gestures for me to close the door and have a seat. “Tom, how are you moving on Edwards?”
“Well, Chief, I’ve got the financials and the psych stuff. All of it. If he killed her, he did it himself, but his alibi is pretty solid.” I recount my conversation with the Carnahan’s cutie, including her comment about Edwards’ condition when she left him. “From what she told me, he wasn’t in any shape to get up two hours later, climb over a fifteen-foot spiked wall, and brutally execute Faith Wesley.”
Delahunt looks tired. He keeps a large bowl of mints on his desk. Reaching over and unwrapping one, he offers the bowl to me. The meeting looks to me like i
