CHAPTER 32
THINGS DON’T ADD UPWe took Mano for processing, and arranged for the crime scene guys to pick up and process his truck. Mano insisted he was innocent, and I felt certain he was. Regardless, we had to question him. A lot of things didn’t add up about this. I had read him his rights as protection, but I didn’t think we’d need it.
Once we had Mano situated in the interview room, Tip took the first shot at him.
“How did the blood get in your truck?”
Mano shook his head while staring at the table. “I don’t know anything about blood.”
“Have you cut yourself lately?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes.
He shook his head.
“As soon as they get the report back from the lab we’ll know it’s her blood.” Tip let what he said sink in, then, “And once we know it’s her blood, you’ll go to tria
