Now.” “Have a seat.” “Tell her it’s Sondra Ellis and that it’s a matter of life or death.” “Aren’t they all? Have a seat,” the desk sergeant repeated. Frustrated, Sondra plopped down into what was probably the same rock hard wooden chair she’d sat in before. To her surprise, Detective Marion Wallace appeared within moments. “Ms. Ellis?” Sondra jumped up. “I have something you need to see. I found the woman in those pictures.” “Ms. Ellis, I know you want it to be a different woman in those pictures—” Sondra held up the DVD from Channel Four in front of Marion. “Just look at it. You’ll see right away that I’m not nuts.” Marion narrowed her eyes at Sondra for a moment before she flashed a look at her watch. “This better be good,”
