CHAPTER 62
WHERE’S THE EVIDENCE?Four hours of searching turned up nothing at Camwyck’s condo, and so far we hadn’t fared any better at Ingle’s office or his house. A representative from the legal department dogged the crime scene unit’s every move at the office; meanwhile, Mrs. Ingle paid a visit to the house and did her best to interfere with our search. One of her lawyers—Paul Jackson—stayed by her side.
“Make sure everything goes back in place, Detectives. I wouldn’t want Mr. Jackson to have to file a suit against the department.”
“Keep her out of the way,” Tip said to Jackson, and gave him a slight shove. “And make sure she doesn’t touch anything.”
I followed Tip into Ingle’s bedroom. “I just got off the phone with Santos. They’ve been going through everything at Richards’ place,
