Two hours later, Nathan Thomas walked into Fort Worth police headquarters, and was directed to a conference room. Joe and Lizzie were talking quietly as he entered. Nathan noticed she wore the drab gray sweatpants and shirt that usually meant clothing had been logged into inventory as evidence.
“Nathan,” Joe said in greeting, and shook his hand. “This is Seattle Detective Elizabeth Zimmerman, Frank’s daughter.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Nathan told her. “I just wish circumstances were different. You all right?”
“No,” she said quietly. “But maybe someday, I will be.”
Nathan inclined his head to let her know he understood; he’d seen the exact same look in Donny Atherton’s eyes just a day or two before. “Are you up for debriefing right now, or would you rather do it tomorrow?”
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