Chapter Eight
My eyes opened wide. “You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was, but no. I found him, myself. I’d gone by with a deputy to have a talk with him again. I learned some new information from other interviews and wanted to run it by him. When I got there, his door was unlocked and slightly ajar and he wasn’t answering his doorbell. I walked right inside.” Burton’s face darkened at the memory.
“I’m so sorry. That must have been awful. I’m assuming he didn’t die from natural causes?” Ted seemed pretty young to be suddenly struck down by a medical problem.
Burton shook his head. “It was blunt force trauma. I can’t really divulge anything else but it sure wasn’t an accident.”
I nodded. “Got it. I’m sorry to hear that . . . Ted seemed like a good guy. I’m glad you’ve come in—I did want to talk
