He had me by a couple years—probably in his mid- to late thirties—and his clipped accent pegged him north of the Mason-Dixon line. “What did I do to come into your sights?” I asked. “Surely the FBI and Homeland Security have bigger fish to fry.” “You found a body next to my girlfriend’s office. You know the statistics as well as I. How many times does the first person to report discovering a body turn out to be the murderer?” “Then your girlfriend is Cory DeMille, Hewitt Donaldson’s paralegal?” “Correct. And when she picked me up at the airport Tuesday night—actually one o’clock Wednesday morning—and told me about the murder, I got interested. Hewitt said the only thing missing was his aunt’s lockbox, and that piqued my curiosity further. Cory told me Hewitt was meeting you at the Grove Park so I showed up.” He nodded to Nakayla. “I underestimated your abilities.” “And why were you at the Grove Park?” I asked.
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