Robyn
The next morning, I went with Bentley Brooks to the state police barracks. I met with two state troopers, who listened patiently while I explained everything I knew about my father’s death, from the Excell trials up to the present. Bentley gave them a file containing all the evidence we had collected, like a copy of the letter from Joshua Felderman, and the financial records that Bentley had unearthed from all the lead researchers.
I could tell the officers were rather excited by what we had presented to them. Officer Banks seemed cool and collected, but his partner, Pelino was practically squirming in his seat like a toddler. They were both dressed in the rather ugly brown-green uniform, but only Pelino wore his trooper hat inside the office. I kinda got the feeling that may
