“You interview Vivian Watts—Victor’s sister—and you’ll get it.”
“That was easy.” But there had to be a catch. The smile on his friend’s face was mixed with sadness. Totally not like him.
“Not as easy as you think. Watts’s sister moved to Dallas and has been proclaiming his innocence ever since.”
“This is a problem because…”
“The trial starts next week. She’s going to want to go public if the Texas Rangers are reopening the case. You’re going to have to keep her totally quiet. Still interested?”
“If I say no, you’re going straight to Heath with this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Wade laughed, leaning back in his chair and tossing a pen next to the stack of files.
“He’s better with a computer. I’m the best investigator you’ve ever worked with. Remember?” Slate stood, grabbed the jacket from the back of his chair, shoved his arms through and stuffed his hat on his head for emphasis.
“I think we’re remembering that conversation differently. But I’ll let you have your exit, Mr. Best Investigator.”
Slate left the offices, with Wade’s laughter echoing down the hall. He tossed the folder onto the seat of his truck, questioning what he’d just committed himself to. The page of the doctor’s notes with the evidence notations he’d read earlier stuck out in his memory:
Other entries in this handwritten journal end with a summary of each subject’s treatment—if any—along with instructions for other staff members. The treatment summary portion of Subject Nineteen’s entry is missing. As in not written or torn from the journal.
Blood spatter pattern indicates the journal was open to Subject Nineteen’s page and the deceased was seated at her desk, even though the body was moved to and posed in the chair normally occupied for sessions.
A slash from right to left, indicates a left-handed upward movement, which severed the right jugular. Force is consistent with a person standing behind the victim.
One case could ruin a ranger’s career or come close to it. Just like Wade. Was he willing to risk it? Was he willing to break the rules for someone he didn’t know?
Yes.
Hell, did his career actually compare with the lifetime he’d wanted to protect the innocent?
No.
His adrenaline was pumping for once, ready to help someone in need.
Copyright © 2018 by Angela Platt
ISBN-13: 9781488033094
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