Chapter 9Vincent Falcone and Farrah Richards stood on the back steps of the precinct. They faced the parking lot where only a handful of personal cars remained. Except for the parking lot lights, the sky was black. No stars were visible. There must have been a blanket of clouds blocking them, and the moon, from view. The air still had a bit of bite to it. While Richards shivered and hugged herself, Falcone sucked in a deep breath and filled his lungs. The cold invigorated him. While most people talked about retiring down to Florida, or South Carolina, Falcone envisioned himself in Colorado when he left the force, with the Rocky Mountains in his backyard.
Interviews with Officers Shirley Middlebrook and Gary Braddock were set up for the next afternoon. A Friday night was a tough night to b
