Terin
AFTER COLE AND I stepped out of the shower, he went into the kitchen to make us something to eat while I checked in with Walters.
“Did you talk to Cole Johnson?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, lowering my voice.
“What did he say?”
“He was shocked and claimed he didn’t know anything about Ronnie and Pete. He also has an alibi for last night.”
“What’s the alibi?”
“He was working at Griffin’s.”
Walters sighed. “Even without one, I’m sure he didn’t do it. Someone wanted us to find that card so we’d divert our attention to Cole. Besides, who carries around a business card with one’s own name written on the back?”
“True.”
“Someone is trying to frame him.”
“The same person who called in the tip yesterday?”
“Maybe, although we thought it was the Devil’s Rangers and now one of them is d
