Chapter 21It was five forty when Brian arrived at the International Resources building. He parked and walked around the outside of the imposing structure. The familiar feeling of impending disaster had returned. And why not? he thought to himself. He was about to go to jail. He had fleeting thoughts of a pronouncement of guilt for first-degree murder. He was the last man to see Cathy alive, to sleep with her, and to be with her within the hour before her brutal death. Brian visualized the pictures of her bashed-in skull that would be passed around to a jury, the same jury that would have no trouble finding the motive, his need to cover the undisclosed affair from the constituents and his wife. He envisioned himself in chains and prison garb, being walked toward a small room where the letha
