CHAPTER 12 - REED
“YOU’RE SURE IT’S not any of these?”
Maria shook her head, and I cursed under my breath. I’d spent the whole week tracking potential suspects and gathering names and background information, culminating in the six mugshots spread out on the table in front of us, and now it seemed I’d been wasting my time.
She pointed one French-tipped talon at picture number three, who happened to be Simeon, the asshole from the coffee place.
“This one’s got similar hair, but the face is wrong. Tim had thinner lips. At least, I think so. Maybe it was just the way he smiled. Did any of them have a bandage?”
“Not that I could see, but they were all wearing sleeves.”
Kimberly looked as disappointed as I felt, and she twisted the paper clip in her hand until the metal snapped with a quie
