He addressed Kate and Reese with a neutral expression on his face. “Thanks for meeting me here. I’m sandwiched in-between appointments, but I wanted to talk to you two.” “You said it was important.” From where he sat across the desk, Reese leaned forward and linked his hands between his knees. He was still on edge today. “We’re both on our lunch breaks.” “Then let’s get to it.” Chase picked up a folder. “I got nowhere interviewing Anna Bingham’s friends. She didn’t have that many and nobody particularly cared what had happened to her. However, I did have a meeting with her sister. Nancy Bingham said Anna had been depressed the last several times she visited the prison.” He cocked his head and Reese recognized it as the pose of somebody about to deliver bad news. “She believes her sister committed suicide.” Reese ground his hands together. “Fuck.” Beside him, Kate blew out a heavy breath. “This is just great.” Her sarcasm lacked oomph. She was as drained as he was.
