Chapter 35
I have Warner's case files scattered across my kitchen table. I've read Mrs. Warner's file for the fifth time but I still can't concentrate. The last day Angie was alive keeps playing out over in my mind. The questions aren't new. I've gone through this stuff so many times. Like all those other times, the answers don't come, and the void grows larger.
If only…?
Why hadn't I…?
What if…?
How come…?
Why couldn't…?
The precise moment I was due to pick her up I was sitting across from my commanding officer; my staff sergeant sat in the chair next to me. This is the same commanding officer Carrigan was talking about. I'm sure of it. I was his pet project until I turned nuts after Angie's murder. Even now I remember how the clock on the wall above his chair ticked loudly as each
