CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wooten made them wait twenty minutes.
Jessie thought it was odd that he would keep the people investigating his wife’s murder cooling their heels. But she kept that to herself when they were finally ushered into his office. Along the way down the hall, she noticed several very familiar-looking pieces of artwork behind heavy glass. She wondered if they were the originals and briefly regretted not paying closer attention in her art history class.
When they were led into Wooten’s corner all-glass office, he was on a call, standing jacket-less with his back to them. His assistant got his attention, pointed out the three law enforcement officials in the room, and left. Wooten spoke for another thirty seconds before hanging up.
“Any updates?” he asked them without preamble.
