I woke Wednesday morning very thankful I wasn’t due in at work until eleven, when I had to get ready for the noon news. I only got six hours of very restless sleep, so the first order of business, after showering and putting on sweats, was coffee—and lots of it. I made a full pot, drinking my first cup while eating breakfast. Once the dishes were done, I poured a second cup and was about to take a sip when the doorbell rang.
Detective Jarrett was standing there when I opened the door. “Do you mind if I come in, Mr. Moore?” he asked.
I knew he was only being polite, so I stepped aside, feeling a sense of déjà vu from Detective Irvin’s visit just over a week ago.
Jarrett looked at my cup of coffee. “I don’t suppose you have more of that?”
I grinned, sort of. “If you’re asking if you can
