Robyn
“I don’t like him,” Phoenix announced bluntly once Detective Manfreidi had left the building.
“Me neither,” I chewed my lower lip for a second. “I think I’ve seen him before, but I guess if he’s a cop he’s probably been around.
“I’ve seen him before too,” Jack said tightly. “When we were checking out at the Grand Hotel. And he was staring right at you, Robyn. I actually thought he must be an acquaintance of yours.”
Robyn shook her head. “No, I don’t know him. I don’t even remember him working on my father’s case. In fact, I’m certain that the cop that spoke to me after my father died was a tall black guy.”
I stood up from my chair and stretched. In the short fifteen minute meeting with the police officer, it felt like my body had gone completely tight. My neck ached, my
