Page 60 of Justice for Samara

“Sure.” The woman read it off and then asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Ma’am, I don’t know if you know this, but their house burned on Sunday night.”

“What? No! Was there anyone in it?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m not at liberty to say. It’s an ongoing investigation. Has she said anything to anyone at work about any problems or issues at home or with anyone else?”

The woman let out a little huff. “Nobody except that asshole husband of hers. She came in several times with her wrists bruised. I don’t know what that guy’s problem is, and to think he’s a state trooper. I’m sorry, sir, but that kind of individual does absolutely nothing to inspire confidence in the public regarding your positions.”

“Yes, ma’am, and I’m sorry for that. But thank you for speaking with me. Is there a better number to reach you at, in case I have more questions or have news for you?”

“Yes, sir.” Janice gave him another number. “That’s my personal cell.”

“Thank you very much.”

“And your name again?”

“MichaelEdwards. I’m the chief deputy at Trigg County Sheriff’s Department. My number is…” He recited it slowly so she could write it down. “If you think of anything else, please give me a call.”

“I will. Thank you for calling. We’re all wondering what’s going on.”

“So are we, ma’am. Thanks again.” No surprise there. It was exactly as he thought. Then another thought crossed his mind, and he punched some numbers into his phone.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. I’ve got a question for you.”

“Okay.”

“We got the medical examiner’s report.”

“Oh? And what did it say?” Carter asked.

“It was definitely a woman. Definitely pregnant. And definitely dead before the fire.”

“Cause of death?”

“Gunshot wound.”

“Just as we thought.”

“Exactly. So I’ve been trying to think of a way to get some DNA from one of Glenna’s relatives, but I have no idea how we’re going to do that without spilling the beans.”

“Then spill the beans. Maybe they’ll pressure Stadler and he’ll crack.”

“Okay. Just wanted to run it by you before I went.”

“You know I’ll back whatever you want to do, Michael. I’ve got your six.”

“And I’ve always got yours. Thanks, Carter. I’m on it.”

“Let me know.” And the call ended.

He gathered up the things he thought he needed, then headed out. “Going to talk to the family of a suspected victim. I’ll be back as soon as I can get back.”

“Gotcha. Anything you need me to do while you’re gone?”

“Yeah. Call the cleaning service and ask them why our bathrooms look like they haven’t been touched in three weeks. If you ask them the right questions, they’ll fold and come clean them this afternoon. Their number is on the board outside SheriffMelton’s office.”

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