He laughed and changed the subject to basketball. They agreed to meet Thursday. Shoot hoops, talk trash, down a few beers.
Hanging up, Kent resolved to forget the Jared Nelson case.
He’d like to know whose sperm was on that slide. But, Freemantle had expressly ordered him to back off her cases. If he messed with her evidence, she’d make a big stink. Still, the loose end bugged the hell out of him.
He reminded himself that Teddy had new info. Maybe something he could use to get off the Little Buckaroo’s call-screening list. So what could he safely trade?
He could tell Teddy nothing her son had gleaned from his “official” interview of Nora’s mother. He’d had to promise no-disclosure to Rick to get the details.
No, he’d have to stick to the facts Nora had shared. He’d tell Teddy enough t
