74After breakfast, I went upstairs. Cracked open my bedroom door. Sneaked a peek at Pat.
He was sleeping like a baby. Good.
Now that Marina and Tom were guarding each other, Pat and I would have to protect ourselves.
Very important that at least one of us gets some rest.
I ducked into my office to tie up some loose ends.
First, I compared Carter Ramsey’s late June activities to those of Edison Dooley. I was looking for any times other than the anniversary party when they could have conspired face to face.
I’d pinpointed two more possible opportunities before my ringing phone interrupted.
The readout told me my caller was the Fairfax County patrol officer who’d taken my statement after the break-in attempt.
When I answered, she updated me on the case.
They’d located and arrested Ri
