Chapter Four
Claudia drove slowly back towards her apartment, taking back roads. She wanted time to think, lots of time to think. Shed prodded Sanchez for more information, but the stocky little detective hadnt been able to provide much. It had been like pulling teeth, shed said, just to get what little information she had. Nobody shed spoken to had wanted to talk about what had happened ten years ago.
Manslaughter. Sam had killed a man. She couldnt picture him doing that
or could she? The more she thought about it, the less certain she was. It was on the record that he had indeed done so, and it didnt matter if she could picture it or not. What had been the circumstances? Apparently it had been ruled self-defense, and hed never been tried for it. That was a bit of a relief, but s
