Rebecca jogged across the street toward the players’ lot where Gage’s SUV was parked. His practice would be wrapping up soon, and she wanted to be in the vehicle waiting for him.
Her meeting with Hansen had gone almost exactly as she’d expected. The chances of him finding something earth-shattering had been minimal. At least he’d been able to recover all of the bullets. Once they had a suspect, it would make prosecuting easier if they got a ballistics match. Of course, they’d have to get their hands on the weapon first. Who knew, maybe they’d get lucky and there’d be a usable fingerprint on one of the bullets. It was a long shot, but she wasn’t above asking for miracles.
When she reached the SUV, she dropped down to the ground to check underneath. Once she was sure there wasn’t anything
