I find Hurley seated in the station’s conference room, which does double duty as an interrogation room, albeit a cushier one than you’d expect to find in most police stations. In the room with him is Junior Feller, Bob Richmond, another detective named Larry Johnson, and three officers who are typically uniform cops but are currently in street clothes. I guess they were enticed with the promise of overtime and came in on their time off to help with the investigation. As I enter the room, Hurley greets me with a smile. “Pull up a chair, Mattie. I just finished sharing the results of the autopsy and we’re planning what our next steps should be.” Hurley’s phone rings and as he answers it I walk to the end of the table and pull out a chair. A tiny moan escapes me as I drop into it, triggered by my still screaming muscles. Bob Richmond is seated next to me and he leans over to whisper in my ear. “A little sore?” “That’s the understatement of the year,” I whisper back. “I feel like I spent a day getting tossed around inside a cement mixer.”
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