She asked Tom for a description of his former wife, Susie.“Why do you want to know?” he said.“Something has happened.”“What?”“I’m not at liberty to say.”“What the hell has happened?” he demanded.“I can’t—”He slammed down the receiver.Earlier that day, Tom had tried to call Dan Davidson to find out if there had been any developments in the investigations. Two weeks had passed since he’d called to tell police of his suspicions about Susie and Fritz, and he had heard nothing. He had been growing more anxious by the day.“We could feel the pressure building up without information,” he said. “It was like the silence was making the pressure go up.”He had hoped to relieve some of that pressure with his morning call to Kentucky State Police Post Five, but the information it brought only increased his anxiety. Davidson, he learned, was in North Carolina with the other detectives investigating the murders of his mother and sister.“We don’t have any word yet,”
