With the investigation into Edmond’s murder getting underway, he knew the shit was fixin’ to fly, which meant his to-do list was going to grow at a rapid pace. He needed to get organized, figure out his next steps. He needed to get ahead of the game. Tacking Edmond’s picture to the top of the board, he methodically gathered his supplies. After opening a new packet of index cards, he pulled out several and jotted down one name on each. He’d spent several hours going over the first half of Edmond’s journal after his dinner with Elise and Stuart the previous evening. Most of the entries listed there were in some kind of code—which he’d only begun to chisel away at—but he had deciphered a couple of the initials that had been used with some frequency. He figured they were a good place to start. One of those sets of initials—and the first name he wrote on a card—belonged to Denny Rodriguez.
