CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stepping out of the interview room, Stella felt as if this case was increasing in complexity with every hour that passed. Finally, they were breaking through the shiny veneer that had seemed so blindingly perfect. And under it, they were discovering that Patrick Coleridge had been a very different person from that genial, good guy front he presented to the world. The icon’s feet of clay were being exposed.
Had he really frequented strip clubs? Franco had clammed up, pleading ignorance and refusing to give any more details, so it was possible he was dangling a red herring to send them off in the wrong direction.
She needed to confirm this for herself, but as she walked down the corridor with Carrie, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
“Hello?” she said.
“Stella
