I had my own questions that needed to be answered. Somerville was only a thirty minute ride. I'd still make it home before dark and the Edwards were expecting me. I stood on the front porch for a few minutes to collect my thoughts. This type of interview was never easy, even if Hayes had already paved the way earlier this morning. The door opened before I rang the bell. "You must be Detective Kelly." An attractive, middle-aged woman with puffy watery eyes stepped back against the door. "Please, come in." I reached out and cradled her trembling hands. "Thank you for taking the time to see me, Mrs. Edwards." My heart pounded, and I knew that my words of compassion would do little to comfort her. "I know how difficult this must be for you." "Yes, but I understand. Let’s talk in the living room." She motioned her arm to a room on the right. "Please, sit. Can I offer you anything to drink. Coffee?" I walked in and sat down on the edge of the sofa. She stood, rubbing her hands together. "No, but thank you for asking," I said, looking up at her.
