CHAPTER
18
I came away from the interview energized and cautiously optimistic. Okay, the tiny clue was not much and tenuous at best, but it was something. Back in the Jeep again, I sat there sipping water and chewing on a protein bar, still totally preoccupied with Aleta’s revelation that, unfortunately, confirmed my worst fears about Holly. I wanted to share the news with Marshall, but I hesitated calling. After all, my star witness was an 88-year-old stroke victim with failing eyesight and a faulty memory who had been standing in the middle of a downpour at night. Her version of the events would most likely be considered circumstantial at best. I doubted that would that be enough to convince him to get a search warrant.
Minutes later, I was back out on the highway thinking that
