Chapter 6
An hour or so later, Ryan circles the parking lot of the Prince George Regional Hospital, so we can talk to Norse’s fiancé during her shift. I read over my notes, finishing with my interview with Norse. Additional comments in the margins are kept to a minimum. My penmanship is poor under the best writing conditions—a desk on solid ground. Writing legibly in a moving vehicle is a recipe for disaster. I hope to close Warner's murder, but if left unsolved, I’ll owe it to Cold Case to make notes they can decipher.
My scribble was a constant amusement to Angie, especially early in our marriage. I left scrawled notes on the kitchen table until the day she suggested I print in block capital letters so she could actually read what I'd written.
I feel myself grin, turn my head so Ryan
