“No,” he said. He stopped sharing those details unless he thought she could add to them. This one she couldn’t. He knew that. “I’m going to look into it some more.”
“How are you going to do that? Make more calls to the Warren County Sheriff’s office? Or the DA?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m going back to Lake George. It’s time.”
He hadn’t been back once since the verdict. Didn’t feel he could put himself through it.
Everything he’d researched, everything he’d done, or clues he’d looked for had all been from afar.
Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe it was time to immerse himself back in history.
He just hoped he came out in one piece.
2
STILL CARRYING THAT
“Ford,” Gale Ridgeway said. “None of this makes sense.”
“I’m not sure how I can help you,” her older brother said. “You’ve got the evidence and information that the detectives and the DA have provided. No one is hiding anything from you.”
“I’m not accusing anyone of that,” she said.
No one would hide anything from her because they all knew her brother was the Sheriff of Warren County.
“Then what is the problem?” Ford asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, sitting in the chair by the window looking out toward the water. There was a building in front of hers, so she only had a tiny view of the lake from her window.
She glanced down and saw a man walking around, snapping pictures and looking at the ground.
Nothing out of the ordinary other than she’d seen him a few times already over the weekend. Now it was just about sunset. Couldn’t be someone for a business doing this at seven thirty on a Monday night. Even over the weekend, it could have been employees of the property owners.
“There has to be something, unless you just want to bounce stuff off of me.”
“Can I?” she asked, the grin filling her face. Ford couldn’t see it, but his laughter told her he knew exactly what she was hoping for.
She liked getting another set of eyes or ears on her cases so she missed nothing.
Not that she did often, but she wasn’t so cocky that she didn’t know her brother could be helpful most times.
“You know you can.”
“I’m not interrupting dinner or your time with Reenie?” she asked of Ford’s fiancée.
“Nope. She’s doing some work right now and I’m watching the news.”
“Cool. You know how I feel about these things. There is no evidence at all Dave had anything to do with this.”
“He was picked out of a lineup,” Ford said.
They were only talking about the facts that everyone had knowledge of.
“The wrong place at the wrong time. He was spotted in the area of the assault, and questioned, then thrown in the lineup. You and I both know the attacker’s description barely fits Dave. Brown hair, that’s all that is the same.”
Ford sighed. “It’s hard for someone to make those decisions during emotional times.”
Which she knew, but she didn’t want her client’s life ruined either.
