Chapter 8
Marc entered the sheriff’s office and held up two bags. “Hey, Dan. I went out to Owen’s place and picked up a change of clothes for him. And dinner. Is it all right if I go in and see him?”
“Let me take a look first.” Dan Finch took an appreciative sniff of the dinner bag and sighed. “Hmmm, that smells good. My wife’s got me on some damned low-fat diet again.” He searched through the bag of clothes and pulled out the disposable razor and set it aside. “He can’t have anything that might be used as a weapon. The rest is okay. Listen, Marc, the kid must trust you if he used you as his one phone call. Try and find out from him what really happened.”
“Well, even though he’s willing to let me care for his cats, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t trust me. But I’ll ask.”
“Do that. He gave m
