Mostly because I was fuming. It wasn’t as much that I thought Dioli was a bad guy as I thought he was a narrow-minded, pigheaded, chauvinistic son of a bitch who’d run roughshod over a woman reeling from the murder of her young son. He’d seen those bloody footprints in the hallway, and he’d made up his mind then and there. That was the one thing he couldn’t get over. Those damn bloody footprints and no sign of forced entry in the house. He’d ruled out an intruder within a few hours of being at the crime scene. It galled me that such a seasoned detective could be so closed-minded, or so cold about sending a woman to the needle, given the very shaky holes in his circumstantial case. He’d flat out ignored huge inconsistencies in his theory, and done only a cursory job of investigating other suspects. “Goddamn him,” I muttered. (My purse was full of quarters. I could splurge.) “Yep,” Candice agreed. She seemed just as angry.
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