“She liked to make notes on Post-its. They were like puzzle pieces. She could move them around, shuffle them, tack them up, create a time line.M.C. sat slumped in a chair across from her, lost in her own thoughts. They had just endured a lengthy meeting with not just the Sarge and Sal—but their boss as well. They had been grilled for forty minutes over the case, their progress—or lack of—and the latest murder.The chief didn’t want to accept the fact that Derrick Todd wasn’t their man. He was too... perfect. A convicted sex offender working at a kid’s party place. He insisted they take another look at the ex-con. An arrest would go a long way to reassuring the public.Never mind that the poor bastard didn’t do it.She picked up the Post-it that read Derrick Todd and crumpled it. He was out of it. He couldn’t have committed this last murder—his ass had been sitting squarely in jail for violating the state’s sex-offender-registration law.Of course, she doubted he would be in there much longer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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