Sudden recognition at his unmarked police car sent the man and woman back toward their own, both of them unable or unwilling to look him in the eye. Michigan pla CHAPTER FIVE Jenny sobbed all the way from her house to the PG Police Station and though he’d rather have done almost anything else, he knew questioning her as soon as possible was vital. This was grunge work, in Oliver’s mind: pulling key information from grieving relatives or friends and yet most investigations hinged on it. Once inside the station he led her toward the conference room and like a puppy on a leash, she followed obediently until she understood his intention. “Please Oliver,” Jenny, said, stopping short of the conference room door. “I just don’t think I can do this right now.” He turned and faced her, releasing her hand as he did. “Jenny, if we don’t do this right away, the odds of apprehending Carol’s murderer grow worse by the hour.” He let his words hang there for a few seconds before opening the door and stood waiting.
