“Vernon’s in trouble with the Chinese nationals,” Annie shouted over the muted roar of the traffic. “I’d be surprised if he’s still alive.”
“Isn’t he our main suspect?” Mark maneuvered their car along the Anthony Henday Drive.
“This changes everything. We’ve got to get there and get his statement, maybe save his life.”
“What do the Chinese partners have to do with us, Annie, and more particularly, you?” Mark diverted the car from a pothole. They continued west.
“I thought of something on our trip to St. Paul. How’d Vernon get back to Edmonton from Windermere so quick if he was in Calgary on that day and then back home by car? He wouldn’t have time to kill. He had an alibi backed up by the Chinese who met him in Calgary, didn’t he? The motel clerk in Windermere swore he saw him later th
