CHAPTER NINETEEN
ONCE HIS POLYGRAPH was completed, Grant, Nathan, Lizzie, and the technician that had been assigned to travel with them and collect evidence from Grant’s residence headed to his home.
Grant led the way to the front door, unlocked it, and turned off the alarm.
“The g*n cabinet is in the front parlor,” he said, gesturing to the right. “Follow me.”
The agents stayed close to him as the technician pulled on latex gloves. She stepped forward.
“Which one is it, sir?”
“Fourth from the left,” he said, hands in pockets and completely at ease.
The technician opened the glass door, reached forward, and frowned.
“You said the fourth one from the left, correct?’
“Yes. Why?”
She retrieved the one Grant was pointing to.
“Agent Thomas,” she said, “I’m no firearms expert but I ca
