Chapter EightThe next morning, Trevor entered his office to find Phillips seated in one of the visitor chairs perusing the Harrell case file.
“Glad you’re here, sir. We’ve found Amelia’s boyfriend. That Owen fellow.”
Trevor tossed his fedora on top of the bookcase then sat at his desk. “Excellent. Have you questioned him yet?”
Phillips shook his head. “I’m afraid he’s dead, sir. We found him at General Hospital. They contacted us for help in finding his next of kin.”
“At his age, I’m sure it wasn’t natural causes.”
“No, sir. He was killed in a car crash. Seems he was speeding and didn’t negotiate a turn. Slammed head-on into a tree. Messy business. Fortunately, he had his identity card with him.”
“See what you can find out about him. Take a look at the car, too. His death so close to
