CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenn Roston was quietly seething as she drove toward the Russo house. Riley had cut her short during the interview, and it really pissed her off. Should she just let it go, or should she mention it?
Finally Jenn said to Riley, “You wouldn’t let me ask the questions I wanted to ask.”
“When was that?” Riley said.
“It was when the Philbins couldn’t explain why they hadn’t called Chief Sinard earlier. I’m sure they were hiding something. We needed to put more pressure on them. You went too easy on them.”
To Jenn’s surprise, Riley let out a small chuckle.
“So are you thinking Drew Philbin raped and killed his own daughter?” she asked.
“Aren’t you?” Jenn asked. “I mean, isn’t it a possibility?”
“It might be. We sure haven’t eliminated him as a suspect.”
Jenn was starting
