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Sleep, though, was hard to come by. It seemed that every step she took, the further she strayed from catching Roger Clifton’s killer. Whichever direction she turned, she found resistance and ran into roadblocks.
It was the most frustrating case she’d worked on in a long time. All of the ingredients were there, but it seemed impossible to stitch everything together in a way that formed a coherent case. There were still too many holes, too many inconsistencies, too many places in which this could easily fall apart.
Patrick Walsh seemed, to her, to be a lead worth pursuing. The affair with Alice Clifton seemed all too convenient, but it seemed she didn’t stand to make any benefit from Roger being dead. She already had the house, their separation had been amicable and she had no share in
