What the hell was going on? What was the connection? Had he just taken an unexpected and major step forward in solving the Forever Haunt case? Jimmy’s suspicious nature told him yes, but he was afraid to give it voice, afraid it would dissipate into the air.
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He awoke the next morning still fully clothed, an empty beer bottle at his side as well as the thick file of his father’s case, which he’d taken out the moment he’d returned to his office. For two hours as a new morning chased the night away, Jimmy had poured through the articles, mouthing the words with such familiarity, he almost didn’t need to look. He stared at photographs, and at one point he went to a desk drawer, and he pulled out a medal of honor his father had received. He kept it there and rarely took it out. Joseph
