Chapter 19
Sunday Evening, November 8th
We were on our way home, the carving set sitting on the seat of Mel’s pickup truck between us like the elephant in the room. I watched her profile for a few seconds and then plunged in. “I went through that file last night, Mel.”
“I know, at least I figured you did. I heard you get up. I leafed through it myself before I brought it home but I didn’t have a lot of time.” She glanced over at me. “It’s pretty thin.”
“Boy, you aren’t kidding. I had more questions than answers after seeing it.”
“Nothing jumped out at you?”
“Other than that there were obvious holes in the investigation...that or someone held stuff out of the file.”
“You got it like I got it. It came right out of the file room.”
“I’m not accusing you of...”
“I know,” she interrupte
