Gutierrez and Hart stood nearby as Harry Dobson studied the pair through the one-way viewing panel of Interrogation Room Number Four. He’d hoped that seeing Corso might loosen her tongue, create some discrepancies in the story she’d told his detectives last night. No such luck. When he looked over at Gutierrez and Hart, they merely shrugged.“Same story,” Charly Hart said.“Let’s go,” Dobson said finally. Charly Hart held the door as the chief of police strode into the interrogation room and walked over to the phone on the far end of the table. “Get me a couple jail personnel,” he said. “Number four.”The chief replaced the receiver, then walked over and stood in front of Dougherty. Gutierrez and Hart circled the room, taking up positions along the far wall, behind Corso and Dougherty, arms folded across their respective chests.“I need your help,” Harry Dobson announced.“My help?” Dougherty repeated.Before Dobson could respond, a pair of burly jailers in two-tone brown uniforms pushed into the room.
