Secrets Behind A Wedding Cake-Chapter Twelve

Both detectives, Max Drake and Sarah McFadden stood there facing Parker Knowles. Max knew Sarah felt the same way, complete shock. Neither of them expected that question. Examining the body, there was no evidence Hallie was pregnant.
“Mr. Knowles we are sorry for your loss. We have not heard from the Medical Examiner’s office yet and did not realize your wife was pregnant.” Sarah said in a soft voice.
Max stood there in shock. The case just twisted in the wind and could not be any worse. Now they were dealing with two murders.
“I asked since that is the whole reason we are divorcing,” Parker said
“Excuse me, your wife is having your baby, and that brought on a divorce?” Max interjected.
“Mr. Knowles, please, let’s take this down to the station and get your full statement. This is relevant information. We do not want to miss anything that might help us solve what appears to be two murders.”


Twenty-five minutes later Parker sat in interview room 3. Both Drake and McFadden stood at the one-way mirror and watched him squirm. They gave him a glass of water and then left him there. He did not touch the cup of water, but leaned back in the metal folding chair and folded his arms.
“Do you think he killed his wife and baby?” Max asked Sarah.
“I have no idea, but he has to be our first suspect,” Sarah said while staring through the window watching Parker.
“Sarah you know that if a person is overly nervous or hiding something they do not take a drink of water. It is more than likely their stomach is tied up in knots and if they swallowed anything they would probably puke it up.” Max said.
“We have been out of the room for,” Sarah looked at her watch, “three and a half minutes. He has not taken a drink nor does he seem too rattled.”
“I haven’t seen any tears either,” Max added.
“Shit Max, a baby! How fucked up is that?” Sarah asked.
“I hate cases like this. Thankfully we haven’t dealt with too many this bad.” Max said.
“Yeah, as I recall, the two I’m thinking about both times it ended up domestic violence, and the man doesn’t want to be a father,” Sarah said.
“Well let’s go talk to Mr. Knowles and see what the hell is going on here; he looks too comfortable in there for my liking.” Max unfolded his arms and started for the door leading to the hallway.
McFadden and Drake opened the door and walked into interview room 3. They sat on the opposite side of the table in two cushioned chairs. A trick the detectives use to make their interviewees, more uncomfortable. The suspect is invited to sit in a cold metal folding chair, and the detectives sit in cushioned chairs with rollers. Sometimes at the right time, an investigator could roll up to the suspect and get right in their face. Parker watched them come in. He never unfolded his arms.
“Mr. Knowles you have waived your rights to a lawyer to be present. You can request an attorney at any time if you change your mind.
“I have two lawyers on retainer through my company, so if I need them, I will call. So what do you want to know?”
“How far along was Hallie’s pregnancy?” Sarah asked.
“Around three months, I think.”
“You think?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, I think.” Parker sounded rather upset.
“Look, it’s complicated, but in a nutshell, Hallie had an affair with OUR best friend, Julian Hewitt. She is carrying his child.”
“You know that for a fact?” Sarah asked. “It could be yours.”
“Supposedly Julian and Hallie did a DNA test, it’s Julian’s baby.”
“Where is Mr. Hewitt now?”
“Italy, he is a government consultant. He has, as I understand it, a ten-year contract with the Italian Government.”
“Doing what?” Max asked.
“I don’t really know. After the baby story finally came out, he was on a plane to Italy. He signed over all rights to the child and pays Hallie something like fifteen hundred a month and more as the child grows.”
“So Mr. Hewitt wants nothing to do with the child?” Sarah said sarcastically.
“That’s what Hallie said,” Parker added.
“Kind of cold don’t you think?” Sarah said.
“You asked why we are getting a divorce, there you have it. My sweet Hallie lied to me and married me knowing she had sex with our best friend and got pregnant.” Parker readjusted himself in the metal chair.
“What is your business?” Sarah asked with a blank stare.
“I now own 51% of Knowles Imports; my two loser brothers own the other 49%. They have no interest in the business my father started. So I forge ahead and keep my lame brothers from interfering by giving them quarterly checks.” Parker said.
“So what is your company worth?” Max asked.
“Presently we are worth about seventy-five million dollars.”
“Wow, that is excellent,” Sarah added.
“Would you like some water, Mr. Knowles?” Max asked.
“No thank you. Can we just move on?”
“So how does Victoria Rutledge fit into this story?” Sarah asked.
Parker chuckled and reached out to the glass of water. He gently pushed it further away then leaned back in the chair and folded his arms again. Max and Sarah knew he was protecting himself from their questions.
“Victoria and Julian were talking marriage about the same time as Hallie, and I finalized our wedding plans. Victoria, Julian, Hallie and I were the best of friends. We were always together. We had fun, laughed, went on trips together, stuff like that.”
“Did you ever suspect Julian and Hallie might be carrying on this affair for some time, and you and Victoria were not aware of it?” Sarah asked.
“I don’t think so, but I can say if they did they kept it covered up. I talked to Victoria about it since this whole thing blew up and she didn’t see this coming either.” Parker said.
“So Hallie tells you she’s pregnant, and you have an argument and move out. Is that right?” Max asked.
“Well, it was not a knockdown kind of thing if that is what you are getting at. Yes, I moved out and into a hotel for a couple of days.”
“Did you hit her, Mr. Knowles?” Sarah asked.
“No, of course not. I am not that kind of man.” Parker said.
“Look, Victoria offered me one of her spare bedrooms, and I moved in there.”
“Are you and Victoria sleeping together now?” Sarah asked.
“I realize you have to ask these questions, but I find that a personal question I would say has nothing to do with Hallie being murdered,” Parker said.
“So I take that as a yes,” Sarah said. “Which is fine, people have the right to their own choices. Detective Drake and I need to understand all the dynamics of what was going on in Hallie’s life. We have to dig through everything, talk to everyone and find out why someone would kill her and her unborn child.” Sarah said.
“Let’s be clear here right now. I had nothing to do with Hallie’s death. She was my wife and I loved her. She made a choice that broke us up and blew apart a strong friendship with Victoria, and I suppose Julian since he bailed. I could not live with that broken trust. We are set to be divorced on Thursday. That will, well would have ended this whole thing.”
“What were the financial arrangements since you had only been married for a couple of month’s right?” Max asked.
“I agreed to give Hallie two-hundred thousand dollars and the house. She agreed to that. You can ask my lawyers for that information.”
“So with a company worth say, seventy-five million dollars you didn’t have a prenuptial agreement. Is that what I hearing Mr. Knowles.” Sarah asked while leaning her arms on the interview table.
“That’s a lot of money, Mr. Knowles, even for you, a well off business man. Could it be enough to kill for?” Max asked the question. The question was designed to see his reaction.
Parker stared at them both with his arms still crossed. He was seething. Max and Sarah could see it on his face.
At that moment, Sarah’s phone vibrated. She reached for it and stood up, “This is from the ME’s office I’ll be right back.” Sarah stepped out into the hallway to take the call.
“Are you kidding me? You’re sure. Are you writing it up in your final report that way? Okay, thank you. I sure didn’t expect that.” Sarah hung up the phone.
She came back into the interview room, sat down quickly, and placed the phone on the table.
Both Max and Parker looked at her without saying a word.
“Well, I called the ME from the car on our way down here for the interview about your question about Hallie’s baby, Parker. The official report is, Hallie was not pregnant at the time of her death.

Secrets Behind A Wedding Cake-Chapter Eleven

Sarah McFadden sat at her desk while Max Drake spent the next hour in the captain’s office. They talked non-stop. Sarah watched the whole conversation take place through the office window without hearing a word. It was evident to her that Max would be cleared of any suspicion. Making him step away from the crime scene had made sense, knowing he would be cleared and back on the case when they got to the station. Now the real work would begin.
Finally, Max came out of the office and straight for his desk.
“Do I have a partner on this case or are you going to jail?” Sarah chuckled.
“I’m clear, Captain knows me well enough. I’m back on the case. This one is personal so let’s get started.” Max looked at his watch. The time was 2:45 in the afternoon.
“First, we have to visit Miss Knowles husband and tell him the bad news,” Max said.
“I got the address while you were in there getting felt up by the captain, so let’s go,” Sarah said while standing up. She tossed the car keys to Max.
Max drove to the home address where Hallie Knowles lived. They knocked on the door and rang the doorbell four times. Each time they knocked a little harder, no one answered. Sarah opened up her phone, “well let’s call Mr. Parker Knowles and find out where he is.”
Sarah dialed his cell number from a piece of paper. “Mr. Parker, hello, my name is Detective Sarah McFadden. By chance do you know where your wife, Hallie Knowles is sir?” Sarah shot a glance at Max.
“No, I do not know where she is. Why are you asking?” Parker said.
“Where are you now?”
“What is this about detective?” Parker asked.
“It is better we talk in person. Where are you, sir?” Sarah asked.
“I’m at work.”
“We need to speak with you. Can you meet us at your home?”
“Yes, but you are making me nervous, what is going on?” Parker asked.
Sarah could feel the tension in his voice. She did not notice any defiance or anger, just nervousness. “Did something happen to Hallie?”
“Let’s put it this way Mr. Knowles, it’s better we talk face to face.”
“I will be there in ten minutes, tops,” Parker said.
“We are there now, and we will wait until you get here. Thank you, sir, see you in a couple of minutes.” Sarah pushed the button and disconnected the call.
Max said, “Good, I want to get into the house and see if we can poke around a little without spooking him and having to go the warrant route.”
“We still will want a warrant. My gut says the likelihood she was killed in that house is very high.”
“While we wait I’ll call the job and have the captain get someone to start on the warrant.” Max pulled out his phone and stepped off the porch.

A few minutes later Parker Knowles drove up and parked in the driveway. He got out of the car quickly and hurried to the front porch.
“Mr. Knowles my name is Detective Max Drake and this is my partner Detective Sarah McFadden.”
Parker reached out and shook both of their hands, “I’m freaking out here detectives. What is this about?”
“Sir, can we go inside?” Max asked.
Parker quickly unlocked the door and stepped into the house with McFadden and Drake literally right behind him. He stopped in the living room and spun around to face them.
“Sir, do you know where your wife, Hallie Cook-Knowles is right now?” Sarah asked.
“No I do not, why.”
“We are sorry to inform you that your wife was murdered,” Max said.
They watched intently at his reaction. Both Max and Sarah knew that it was a 95% chance Hallie died by a family member or someone close to her. Parker stared at them with a blank look– it took a few seconds to process. He shook his head.
“This can’t be possible, Hallie murdered. No way, why.” He actually shouted. Then the tears welled up in his eyes.
“Sorry Mr. Knowles, but it has been confirmed, it is your wife,” Sarah said.
“How, where?” Parker shook his head.
“She died sometime Wednesday late afternoon or evening. The autopsy will be performed tomorrow morning.” Max added.
Parked fell into a chair and leaning forward with his hands covering his face.
“Murdered, how?” Parker asked.
“She was found in a ditch out in the dairy country. We believe she was dumped there.” Max added.
“This isn’t possible. Hallie didn’t have an enemy in the world.” Tears filled Parker’s eyes.
“Mr. Knowles this doesn’t necessarily mean someone that she knew did this to her. It could be a random act or a kidnapping. There are a lot of crazy people out there.”
“How did she die?”
“We can’t say officially, but the ME preliminary examination says blunt force trauma,” Max said. He always explained the horrible parts of these interviews, leaving Sarah to be the nurturing detective.
“When was the last time you saw your wife, Mr. Knowles,” Sarah asked.
Max loved working with Sarah McFadden. When interviewing men, Sarah took the lead. A good-looking female officer put most of them in a more relaxed mood. Max, on the other hand, took the lead on the women. It was something they did automatically working closely together.
“Parker stared at the floor, thinking.” I suppose a couple days ago at Victoria’s house. She came by to talk to Victoria.”
“Who is Victoria?” Sarah asked.
“Victoria Rutledge.”
“And you were there the last time you saw your wife?” Sarah asked.
“It’s complicated, but Hallie and I are going through a divorce, which is final in a couple days.”
“So how does Victoria Rutledge fit into the last time you saw your wife,” Sarah asked again.
“After Hallie and I split up I moved into the spare bedroom at Victoria’s and let Hallie keep our home.”
Max looked around the living room and the kitchen; there was nothing out of place. Max edged around to the kitchen area and looked around. There was not even a coffee cup in the sink. No water spots in the sink. The stove looked brand new. He looked at the refrigerator, He thought about looking inside, but decided to wait for a warrant.
“Looks like your wife liked to keep things spotless,” Max said.
“She was overly clean; nothing would be out of place.”
“Was that a problem for you?” Sarah asked.
Parker looked confused at that question. “No, I like that about Hallie.”
“Sir, do you think you could come down to the station and give an official statement for us. That would be a lot of help in solving who did this.” Sarah said.
“Sure, I’ll do anything to help.”
“So you can come down right now?” Sarah asked. “We can take you down and bring you back home.”
“No, if it is all the same to you I will drive down in a few minutes. I need to make a couple of phone calls.”
Sarah looked at Max. He knew what she was thinking. They did not want to leave him in the house or give him any privacy. Until they knew more and got a warrant there was no way he or anyone else could get in the home and possibly destroy any evidence.
“Sir, if it is okay with you, we will wait here until you have made your phone calls,” Max said.
“Okay that is fine; I’ll just step into the kitchen. Give me a few minutes and then we can go.”
Parker kept his back to the detectives while making two phone calls. Max took the opportunity to move around the living room looking for any sign that would lead to more questions for Mr. Knowles.
Parker finished his calls, “I called Hallie’s mother, and let Victoria know. I have one question before we go, detectives, what about Hallie’s baby?”

Secrets Behind A Wedding Cake-Chapter Ten

“Have you been out this far into the dairy country before?” Sarah asked Max.
“Of course, we used to drive out here when Michelle was little so she could see the cows. At one time, I knew one of the farmers and he invited us to come see how a dairy works. I remember Michelle was so excited. When she was about eight years old, she had a thing for cows. There were cows on her bedroom walls; there were cows on her bedspread. So coming to see real cows–well let’s just say she was as happy as the time we took her to Disneyland. We were there at four in the morning during milking time.”
“How did that turn out?”
“Michelle and Susan loved it, me not so much. I gave up milk after that and went to bourbon.”
Sarah laughed out loud. “That sounds nasty, bourbon on your cereal.”
“Yeah well couldn’t drink milk at all after that visit,” Max said while looking out the side window.
“Well, there is Deets Dairy so we should be coming up on the scene pretty quick,” Sarah said.
The car made as sweeping turn on a corner of the two-lane road and there they saw a police SUV with the blue and red flashing lights. Sarah pulled over behind the police vehicle.
While getting out of the car the police officer met them.
“What do we have here officer…?” Max asked.
“I’m Officer Welder. I got a call from dispatch that there was a possible body. I drove out here and walked around the edge of the road and found a body.”
Both Sarah and Max walked around the police car and stood at the side of the road. The body was at the bottom of the ditch. Max figured it was close to six feet down to the bottom.
“I did go down and check for a pulse, nothing. I backed out and called it in.” Officer Welder said.
Max and Sarah both pulled out blue gloves and put them on both hands.
“Officer Welder, have you called for EMS yet or the ME.”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
Max looked at Sarah, she shrugged her shoulders. “Officer Welder will you do me a favor and get on the radio and call in EMS and the Medical Examiner’s office, please.”
Before walking down the embankment Max walked along the edge of the road, one way and Sarah walked the other way at lease a hundred yards before meeting back in front where they could see the body.
“I got tire tracks peeling out in the gravel right there.” Max pointed at the road.
Sarah turned back in the direction she had been walking, “Yeah looks like the killer pulled up right here and somehow pulled the body out of their car or truck. That looks like drag marks. My guess the person pulled the body out by the shoulders. Those marks could be the heels of our dead person. It appears the murderer was not strong enough or was too lazy to drag this person very far. They probably dropped the body right here and rolled them down the embankment. You can see the turned over grass as the body rolled down the ditch.”
Max and Sarah carefully, without saying a word, step by step made their down the ditch until they arrived at the body. The body was face down in the dirt. Max bent over and with his gloved hand felt for a pulse. “Nothing. No pulse. This appears to be a young female. She is fully clothed; I would say at this point, this was not a sexual assault.”
“Shall we roll her over?” Sarah asked.
“Check her pockets for any ID or anything else first,” Max said. Then he began to scan six or eight feet around the body looking for any jewelry or other property. Max looked carefully at the bent grass where apparently this female rolled down into the ditch.
Both Sarah and Max agreed there was nothing else in the immediate vicinity, no broken jewelry or hair comb, nothing. “Let’s turn her over,” Sarah said.
Both Sarah and Max put their hands on the right shoulder and underneath the body and rolled the body on her back. “Shit!” Max jumped up from his crouched position and backed up a couple of steps away from the body.
Sarah looked up at him, “what is it, Max?”
Max stood there without saying anything for a few seconds. “This is the woman I was telling you about earlier this morning. This is Hallie Cook-Knowles.”
“You’re shitting me right?”
Max swallowed hard, “No that’s her.”
Sarah stood up. “Max you need to leave this scene right now.”
“No way Sarah.”
“You have to back off Max; you cannot be here until you have been cleared of this. Go back to the car Max. Stay there.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I’m not saying you are a suspect, but you met this person in the past couple of days. You cannot be here right now. Go back to the car.” Sarah raised her voice.
Max shook his head back and forth slowly. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can and you will, right now Max. I cannot have you contaminate this scene. However, this turns out you do not want to be a suspect. You may have more to offer this case then this initial examination. Go, Max, damnit, go now!”
Max backed away and started up the ditch towards the edge of the road. Officer Welder, please escort Detective Drake to our car.”
Max sat in the car watching as EMS arrived. The Medical Examiner pulled up within an hour of Officer Welders call. The next four hours, Max sat in or stood by the car. He ran all kinds of scenarios through his head. He recalled the conversation at Donte’s and thought about any hints that would lead to how Hallie ended up dead in this ditch. For the first time in five years, Max really wanted a cigarette.
Max heard footsteps and turned around. It was Sarah. She was pulling off her gloves. She had her detective face on. There were no smiles.
“Max talk to me about Hallie again. Tell me everything you can remember.”
“Before I do that, what is the ME saying is the time of death?”
“She is saying between 5 p.m. and 10 p.m. last night.”
“How did she die?”
“Without the official autopsy, she is saying blunt force trauma to the head. It appears she died of strangulation. ME says more than likely she was unconscious, she was hit pretty hard in the back of the head.”
“I didn’t notice any marks on her throat like a rope or belt was used. It looks like there is some bruising around her neck from the murder using their hands.” Sarah added.
“It didn’t appear she was sexually assaulted by what I saw,” Max said.
“We don’t believe so, but the ME will find out during the autopsy. We bagged her hands but it didn’t appear to have any DNA under the nails. My guess is she was hit hard enough with a heavy object disabling her from fighting for her life. Then she was strangled.” Sarah said.
Max felt confused; he was not used to being at a murder scene and not being in control of the investigation. Max knew exactly what Sarah was thinking. She had to clear him as a suspect. Max knew he had no alibi for the time frame when Hallie most likely was killed. He started to recall everything about Wednesday evening. He was aware of what was coming.
“Max, there is no way you would ever do something like this, but I have to ask you, partner. Did you have anything to do with Miss Knowles death?”
Max stared at her, not blinking once. He was not searching for an excuse. Being upset was not close to what he was feeling. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Max Drake was a suspect. Now he would have to find a way out.

Secrets Behind A Wedding Cake-Chapter Nine

Max Drake woke up by the irritating beeping sound of his alarm clock. He reached over and hit the snooze button shutting off the noisy alarm. He flopped back down on his pillow and rolled over on his side.
His fleeting thought was to try to go back to sleep. It would be easy to call into the job and make the excuse he overslept. After all, how many times did he get a call in the middle of the night for some emergency?
He closed his eyes and did his best to think of nothing, hoping that would do it, and he would fall back asleep.
The alarm went off a second time and that was enough. He decided to get up and not live through a third noisy alarm sound.
Twenty minutes later, standing in front of the mirror, Max tied his tie. He watched in the mirror as the tie pulled tight around his collar. Today hopefully would be a quiet day and everyone would behave. He could catch up on paperwork and his partner would use her time effectively, not sharing her personal drama or digging into his life. He smiled while thinking, ‘yeah she’s good at that.’
Max thought about his chance meeting with Hallie. Twice in the same day, that was unusual. She had given him her phone number on the back of his business card. When he got home, he sat the card on the nightstand where he could see it. They met on Tuesday and now it was Thursday. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the card. He figured maybe he could call her tonight and see if she would go out to dinner sometime. Just thinking of calling Hallie to ask her to go to dinner made him feel guilty. He sat the card down on the stand and got up off the bed. Opening the stand drawer he picked up the holster with his Glock 17 issued handgun and clipped on his belt. He picked up his detective badge and put the chain around his neck. He adjusted it to the center of his chest and over the tie. He was ready for the day.

Walking into the office at 7:45 a.m. the only one in the detective room was his partner who had no life either, Sarah McFadden. She never looked up when he entered the room. She had a stack of case files she had been going through.
“Good morning Sarah. How long have you been here?” Max stood there with two cups of coffee.
“I saw David leave. He is stuck on the night shift.”
“Better David on night shift then us.”
“Yeah I agree with that,” Sarah said.
“I brought you a coffee from that hole in the wall place down the street.” He sat it on the edge of her desk.
“Thanks, Max, you are the best ever.”
Sarah has been a cop for eighteen years. She made detective eleven years ago and Max’s partner for the last four years. Sarah was straight up six feet tall. Her dishwater brown hair cut to just above her shoulders. Learning the hard way, Sarah never wore jewelry, after the first tussle with a perp and an earring torn out of her ear. She still had the scar. Her green eyes could be piercing when staring into someone’s face while interrogating them. Max liked that about her. She was tough and a great partner.
“How were your two days off?” Sarah asked without looking up.
Max sat down in his chair. His desk butted up to Sarah’s. Department policy dictated that partners had to face each other. Max always thought the dumbass police chief went to a seminar or saw it on television. Then one day the entire detective staff moved furniture around so partners could face each other in the hopes of better creative communication. Max never bought into that new age bullshit.
“Well, I went to see my daughter on Monday night.”
“How is Michelle doing?”
“She is going great, we had dinner together.”
“Is Michelle still with that asshole boyfriend of hers?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, I’ve given her a dozen reasons to kick him out, but he is still there,” Max added.
“Has he found a job yet?” Sarah asked.
“No, he is in no hurry as long as Michelle is paying the bills.”
“At least, the guy doesn’t beat on her and he doesn’t drink.”
“I suppose that is a good thing.” Max sipped his coffee.
“So what else did you do?” Sarah asked.
“I met a lovely young lady Tuesday morning,” Max said.
Sarah looked up and stopped flipping through the files. “A woman?”
“Okay don’t make we quiz you, just spit it out, partner.” Sarah picked up her coffee and took a sip not taking her eyes off Max.
Max adjusted his position in his chair, “It is kind of by chance. I got a call for a case on Monday night or early Tuesday morning I don’t really remember exactly what time, anyway after I had handled the case, I stopped for a coffee at Starbucks. I met this woman there. Later in the afternoon, I got off work and decided to go to Donte’s place and low and behold, she was working there. It was a quiet night and we got to visit back and forth, sorta.”
“So what’s her name?” Sarah asked.
“Hallie Cook-Knowles.”
“She married?”
“Yeah but I think she said in a week or so she has a final on her divorce.” Max sipped at his coffee.
“You are attracted aren’t you?” Sarah smiled for the first time.
“It’s nothing, Sarah. She is probably fifteen years younger than me.”
“Did you take her home?” Sarah was fully into the conversation and now Max just wanted out.
“Why not? It might have done you a lot of good to get laid.” Sarah laughed.
“We will see. I am not really looking for anybody. I mean it’s only been fourteen months since Susan passed away.”
Sarah cocked her head to the left and let out a breath that Max recognized, as her saying ‘really,’ “Max don’t do this again. You deserve a life moving forward. Susan would be pissed if she could see you moping around like a lost puppy. If this feels right, pursue her.” Sarah said.
Max wanted to end the conversation so he asked, “Anything new come up over the past two days while I was off?”
“No it has been quiet; I hate to even say anything to jinx it.”
Max leaned forward and reached across the desk. “Do you have the file on that dog catcher that got shot?”
“Yeah, right here.” Sarah flipped the file folder onto Max’s desk.
“I think we should re-interview his neighbor, sniff test still tells me there is something not right about the way the guy handled our questions.”
“You want to do that today?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, let’s see if the guy is home. If not we can go by where he works. That might surprise him. When we show up unannounced, most people have no time to think. We hit them with the hard questions and bang, they slip up.” Max sipped his coffee as the phone rang. Sarah and Max looked at each other, and Sarah mouthed the words, “This is too early for a social call.”
She picked up the receiver, “Homicide, McFadden.”
She looked at Max her expression said everything he needed to know.
“Yeah,” Sarah searched on her messy desk for a pen. Max picked a pen off his desk and tossed it to her.
Sarah propped the phone receiver between her shoulder and ear. She reached for a piece of paper with her right hand and began to write. “Okay got it.”
She hung up the receiver. “Well, we got a possible 10-54 out past Deets Dairy off of Columbia Road.”
“I was hoping for a quiet day, looks like that isn’t going to happen,” Max said.
Sarah reached in the drawer of her desk and pulled out the keys to their car. “You want to drive or me?”