Chapter 12
Jacksonville, FL
JUST BEFORE LUNCH on the Monday after our return from the mountains, I got a call from my boss asking me to stop by his office for a couple of minutes.
“What’s up, Chief?” I said as I sat down in front of his desk.
“Not a lot, George,” he said. “I just wanted to give you a heads-up on a possible ‘hot potato’ your people are handling.”
“Hot potato?”
“Robbery and murder in a gated community on the southside,” he said. “The victim’s name was Sterling Jordan. His sister is married to a man who knows the sheriff quite well, and the sheriff says the woman is a diamond-studded bitch.”
“I have my staff meeting just after lunch,” I said, “and I’ll make sure that everyone is up-to-date on this thing. What are their names?”
“The victim’s sister is Doriana Murchison
