CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Roth pulled up outside the hotel at exactly eight a.m. and Stella climbed into the back, stashing her carrier bag under the seat.
She thought Roth looked disheveled, as if he were a few hours short on sleep. In contrast, Maxwell, in the passenger seat, looked fresh, bright-eyed, and well rested. Stella guessed wryly this was more a matter of the men’s age difference than their actual hours slept. For someone pushing fifty, working into the small hours on a high-pressure case would take more of a toll.
“Our next interviewee is waiting for us. She lives a couple of miles away from Amanda, and her name is Eleanor Lane. Fall, remember I need you to keep quiet, listen, and watch how things are done.” He glanced over his shoulder to frown at her. “And if you think of any ques
