I knew that somewhere there had to be a witness who just wasn’t coming forward. Bill and Sean continuously investigated anonymous tips that came in and Coop and I paired up doing door-to-door knocks. We all came up with zilch, and it was frustrating. All the other detectives were covering the active cases we couldn’t work, so they weren’t able to help much, either. The following Wednesday I was sitting in my office deciding what to do next when my phone rang. I heard the deep, gruff, West Virginia voice of Captain John VanScoy on the other end. “Detective Gallagher?” he asked. “Yes, Captain,” I responded alertly, immediately remembering the videotape he’d said he was sending, and now wondering why I hadn’t received it. “I was calling about that videotape you wanted,” he said in answer to my unasked question. “Right. It just dawned on me that I haven’t received it yet.
