Chapter Fourteen
After Mo’s cryptic sign-off, I returned to my duties, fully prepared for Bob’s wrath but found him chatting up Mr. Crenshaw. The topic of discussion was Steelhead trout. I hadn’t realized Bob was into fishing. The man was full of surprises. The rest of my shift went without incident and as I wrapped up my final checks and prepared to leave, remembered that I had one final task.
I managed to locate a couple of unused envelopes in Bob’s office and carefully tucked the hair sample in one and Tara’s brush in the other before inserting them into the folds of the newspaper as Mo had instructed. Bob was back at the grill when I placed it on the counter.
“Mo left this earlier and said he’d be back by later to grab it.” If Bob thought it an odd request, he made no mention but st
