The drive out to Lewis only took about forty-five minutes. Traffic was light, most everyone already where they planned to be for the long holiday weekend.
His parents — especially his mother — hadn’t been happy when he announced that he needed to make a trip for work today.
“On a holiday?” Lynda asked, but Colin only shrugged.
“Yesterday was the holiday. And the news doesn’t stop just because it’s Thanksgiving.”
She hadn’t protested after that, although the disappointment remained in her eyes. Colin was just relieved that he’d actually managed to wrangle an interview with the prisoner at such short notice. But after he’d rattled off his credentials and said he was doing a follow-up article on the Escobar case, he’d been given an appointment.
This could all be a wild goose chase. But b
