With her desk hiding most of her inappropriate attire, she went to work. She tried calling Cindy’s husband to inform him she was reopening the case, but is no longer in service. There was a landline number. She tried that.
“Hello.”
“Hi, may I please speak with Mr. Jones?”
“This is him.”
“Mr. Jones, this is Detective Olivia Pearson. I am calling about your wife’s case.” After an audible intake of breath, the line went silent for a couple of seconds. “You mean my dad.”
“No, Mr. Jones. The murder of your wife,” she explained.
“You are looking for my dad, Frank Jones. My name is Bill Jones.”
Shit, f**k!
“I am sorry Bill, may I please speak with your father?”
“I am afraid not, Detective. He had passed away three years ago.”
Shit.
“I am sorry for your loss, Bill. I wanted to
