CHAPTER FOUR
McCutcheon was right; the police captain and the two officers that had been ready to question the young women from the bachelorette party seemed eager to hand the case off. Camille supposed it was because they had the same fears as McCutcheon. No one wanted state officials or individuals from the government poking and prodding into a case they were assigned to. Being able to hand it off to another organization was like washing your hands of the matter, shucking the responsibility.
There were two of them already waiting when Camille and Palmer arrived at the downtown station. They’d been led into a conference room in the back of the building. They both had to-go coffees and a plate of pastries had been placed in the center of the table. The woman sitting on the right side of
