Chapter 11Sunday morning, Police Headquarters, Port Arthur, Texas
Dylan sat in the interrogation room waiting for the two detectives who'd interviewed him at the hospital the morning before. He'd been discharged from the hospital the afternoon before with normal test readings. The detectives asked him to come in this morning and sign his statement.
The door opened and the two men came in and sat down opposite him.
“Good morning, Mr. Ortega,” Detective Brown said. “You're looking better today. How are you feeling?”
“I'm fine, thank you.” Dylan looked at Detective Calloway and nodded. He didn't like the burly man who nodded back. The man left him with the feeling that he didn't believe his story.
Detective Brown handed him a sheath of papers. “We'd like you to read over your statement a
