Mike booked Graham Nash, aka George Neville, in on three counts of murder in the first degree. Nash had immediately asked for a lawyer and was allowed to call one. His arraignment was set for the following Monday morning. Until then, he’d remain in a jail cell.
“How did you find out who George really is?” Sage asked as he and Mike left the station house.
“Good detective work, and a lot of luck,” Mike replied. “I told you this morning that I was going into work, even though it’s my day off, to send out inquiries nationwide about accidental deaths that happened two years prior to when Thomas Allan died from the fall down the stairs. Ones that may have been murders or attempted murders, but couldn’t be proven as such, and involved anyone whose initials were GN. It’s a damned good thing I ad
