CHUCK KNOX WATCHED Mel and her detective, Shane Harding, as they entered the room but stayed silent.
Shane busied himself taking a seat across the table from the other man and opening a notebook while Mel un-cuffed yet another person she’d known most of her life, before he could even ask.
Knox played it cool, not rubbing his wrists or acting like having the restraints off was a relief of any sort.
“They read you your rights?” Mel asked him, finally speaking, as she took a seat next to Harding.
“Yes,” Chuck said, nodding. “You didn’t need to bring me back in here. You already know everything I know. I told you the day they found your uncle, I was out hunting all day.”
“You’re right; you did.”
The older man leaned back in his chair and splayed his legs out in front of him, relaxed. He
