CHAPTER NINETEEN
While waiting for Remi to finish her phone call, Daniel sat in the observation room watching Detective Gavers interrogate Critchfield. The longer the interrogation went on, the more Daniel felt his and Remi’s hunch was correct. Critchfield wasn’t a killer. Daniel doubted if he even had the intelligence to figure out where the clues were hidden.
He’d seen plenty of people like this in college, insecure people who thought reading a lot of obscure books made them intelligent, who thought a piece of paper from an institution of higher learning was a worthy substitute for character. Who thought they were better than everyone else, but secretly knew they weren’t.
They didn’t become killers. They didn’t have the strength.
Real scholars like Remi were one in a hundred in that
