instant, and large, supply was a point of contention with the Sheriff’s Department, but they had no usable evidence to move on him yet.
“And you believed they were telling you the truth?” Wolf asked Ken.
Ken smiled mirthlessly. “Yeah after I did my own investigation, and then roughed em’ up pretty good.” He raised an eyebrow and stared at Wolf. His fists balled up, and then he shook his head. “They were telling the truth.”
“You roughed em’ up pretty good, huh?” Rachette said.
Ken stared at Rachette, his nostrils flared. “Yeah! That’s right, I did.”
“And why do you think it was Kimber’s father, Mrs. Pollard?” Wolf asked.
“Because it was,” She scoffed. “Your father figured out the guy was crazy. Schizo. Took meds and everything. Parker Grey did it. He was up at the marina that night with his family, and then he left that night, went and killed my boy, and then went back. Left his family right there at the marina and took off. To go kill my son. And then he disappears the day after your dad goes to talk to him? Up and walks away from his family? Then the mother disappears on top of that?” She took a drag, locking eyes with Wolf. “Oh, it was him. And now the way you found Nick? And where? That’s just off shore from the Grey’s cabin, for Chrissakes.”
Wolf asked, “Ken, did you talk to the Greys?”
Ken peeled his eyes from Rachette and looked at Wolf. “Yeah. I talked to them. Your dad had his dick in his hand, so I had—”
“Hey, why don’t you watch your mouth and have a little respect there, Ken?” Rachette puffed his chest and took a step forward.
Wolf held up his hands. “Both of you calm down.”
Rachette sneered and shook his head.
“Ken,” Wolf softened his voice, “We’re trying to figure all this out once and for all.”
“They said he never showed up that night. Kimber said she never even had a date with him lined up. They were all lying. Every one of em’.”
Mrs. Pollard shook her head. “Sheriff Wolf? You gonna find my baby’s killer?”
Wolf took a breath filled with second hand smoke and looked up at the clouds gliding past, so pregnant and low it looked like he could reach up and touch them.
Rachette cleared his throat. “Of course we’ll find him, ma’am.”
Wolf blinked at looked at Rachette, then back to Mrs. Pollard. “I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am. If you can think of anything else, please give us a call.”
She bit her thumbnail and turned away.
Ken shook his head and turned his back on them, too.
Chapter 10
Wolf pulled the dusty CD rom case out of the cardboard box. It read:
Katherine Grey Interview (Wolf, Burton)
Kimber Grey Interview (Wolf, Burton)
With a small jolt he paused and stared at the black ink. It was his father’s handwriting. He stopped himself short of touching the ink and handed the case to Patterson.
She inserted the CD into her computer tower and they waited while it clicked and whirred.
“Coffee.” Rachette got up and walked to the back hallway. “Anyone else?” He emerged with the pot, filling his chipped blue and orange Denver Broncos mug.
“Yep.” Patterson said.
“Sure.” Wolf said.
Rachette filled Wolf’s mug. “Black.”
“Thanks.”
Rachette leaned over and poured coffee into Patterson’s mug. “And a double non-fat skinny mocha frap, with two pumps of vanilla and heated to one hundred twenty seven degrees.”
“Good one.” Patterson grabbed the mouse. “Saying frap implies it’s frozen…and yet you heated it to one hundred twenty seven degrees.” She brought up a media player window showing Katherine Grey sitting at a wooden table.
Rachette stood straight, unfazed. “You’re welcome.”
As Patterson maximized the video and pressed play, Wolf recognized the gouge in the side of the table on screen, and knew the interview took place in interrogation room B. The realization hit him—he was using all the same desks, tables, chairs, walking on the same
“And you believed they were telling you the truth?” Wolf asked Ken.
Ken smiled mirthlessly. “Yeah after I did my own investigation, and then roughed em’ up pretty good.” He raised an eyebrow and stared at Wolf. His fists balled up, and then he shook his head. “They were telling the truth.”
“You roughed em’ up pretty good, huh?” Rachette said.
Ken stared at Rachette, his nostrils flared. “Yeah! That’s right, I did.”
“And why do you think it was Kimber’s father, Mrs. Pollard?” Wolf asked.
“Because it was,” She scoffed. “Your father figured out the guy was crazy. Schizo. Took meds and everything. Parker Grey did it. He was up at the marina that night with his family, and then he left that night, went and killed my boy, and then went back. Left his family right there at the marina and took off. To go kill my son. And then he disappears the day after your dad goes to talk to him? Up and walks away from his family? Then the mother disappears on top of that?” She took a drag, locking eyes with Wolf. “Oh, it was him. And now the way you found Nick? And where? That’s just off shore from the Grey’s cabin, for Chrissakes.”
Wolf asked, “Ken, did you talk to the Greys?”
Ken peeled his eyes from Rachette and looked at Wolf. “Yeah. I talked to them. Your dad had his dick in his hand, so I had—”
“Hey, why don’t you watch your mouth and have a little respect there, Ken?” Rachette puffed his chest and took a step forward.
Wolf held up his hands. “Both of you calm down.”
Rachette sneered and shook his head.
“Ken,” Wolf softened his voice, “We’re trying to figure all this out once and for all.”
“They said he never showed up that night. Kimber said she never even had a date with him lined up. They were all lying. Every one of em’.”
Mrs. Pollard shook her head. “Sheriff Wolf? You gonna find my baby’s killer?”
Wolf took a breath filled with second hand smoke and looked up at the clouds gliding past, so pregnant and low it looked like he could reach up and touch them.
Rachette cleared his throat. “Of course we’ll find him, ma’am.”
Wolf blinked at looked at Rachette, then back to Mrs. Pollard. “I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am. If you can think of anything else, please give us a call.”
She bit her thumbnail and turned away.
Ken shook his head and turned his back on them, too.
Chapter 10
Wolf pulled the dusty CD rom case out of the cardboard box. It read:
Katherine Grey Interview (Wolf, Burton)
Kimber Grey Interview (Wolf, Burton)
With a small jolt he paused and stared at the black ink. It was his father’s handwriting. He stopped himself short of touching the ink and handed the case to Patterson.
She inserted the CD into her computer tower and they waited while it clicked and whirred.
“Coffee.” Rachette got up and walked to the back hallway. “Anyone else?” He emerged with the pot, filling his chipped blue and orange Denver Broncos mug.
“Yep.” Patterson said.
“Sure.” Wolf said.
Rachette filled Wolf’s mug. “Black.”
“Thanks.”
Rachette leaned over and poured coffee into Patterson’s mug. “And a double non-fat skinny mocha frap, with two pumps of vanilla and heated to one hundred twenty seven degrees.”
“Good one.” Patterson grabbed the mouse. “Saying frap implies it’s frozen…and yet you heated it to one hundred twenty seven degrees.” She brought up a media player window showing Katherine Grey sitting at a wooden table.
Rachette stood straight, unfazed. “You’re welcome.”
As Patterson maximized the video and pressed play, Wolf recognized the gouge in the side of the table on screen, and knew the interview took place in interrogation room B. The realization hit him—he was using all the same desks, tables, chairs, walking on the same
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