I said to Wallace. He was holding a copy of the transcript of my interview with Daniel Linwood. I’d asked him to read it in its entirety before we spoke. So far he’d only read what was printed in the Gazette. There were many quotes that were cut for space, details that didn’t make it into the final piece. I wanted to see if Wallace noticed what I had just minutes ago.I hadn’t noticed it upon my first few listenings. It was so subtle, yet because I was already skeptical of the whole situation, it stood out in neon lights.“I’m not following, Henry,” Wallace said. He turned off the tape recorder. “Please, placate an old man whose hearing is going. Enlighten me as to what the hell you’re talking about.”“First off,” I said, “Daniel mentions he heard sirens when he woke up. Yet there’s no record of any complaints or investigations by the Hobbs County PD in that vicinity. And when I spoke to the detective assigned to the case, he was only slightly more helpful than your average retail clerk.
