CHAPTER THIRTY
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MCNAMARA LAY IN BED, although he knew that the next day his dress pants would be wrinkled. Yet, he was exhausted after working the previous night and that entire day.
He’d folded his arms under his head and thought of the case. He hadn’t solved it yet, but he knew the elusive solution was hiding in a corner of his mind. He couldn’t see it yet because everything was messy.
He couldn’t eliminate at least one suspect from his list. Maybe only Thompson. He certainly couldn’t have been in Bryony’s house because he was already under the Vice Squad’s surveillance at the time.
Even if they’d lost him, and didn’t want to admit their failure, Thompson wasn’t hurt. There wasn’t any sign that he’d been stabbed with a pair of scissors.
They’d kept him in interrogation for
