CHAPTER EIGHT
JUNE 5, 6 PM
MCLAIN HOME
All that day and into the evening, my mind keeps drifting back to Bob Davis. The way he looked at me as if I were God and could make the police department find out the truth and get him out of jail.
He’s just a scared kid. Won’t admit it, but he is scared. He is trying to stay tough and hang in there—for what, he doesn’t know.
I am constantly troubled by something about this case but can’t put my finger on it. Seems as though the police department has it all wrapped up—neat and clean. The only thing left to do is prosecute him, convict him, and sentence him.
There must be something more that I can do.
All that evening at home, I am troubled by that thought—even into story time for the kids. I read them a story about a bear who invades Goldilock
