Sam pushed her business card across the table. “If anything else comes to mind, please call me.”

Kaitlyn took the card. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more to work with.”

“We have more than we had before. Thank you for coming in and reliving it once again.”

“It was really cool to meet you,” Kaitlyn said with a sad smile. “My friends and I are big fans.”

“Thank you.”

Jeannie walked her out, and when she returned to the pit, Sam called her into the office.

“Shut the door.”

“What’s up?”

“I know that had to be hard for you to sit through.”

Jeannie shrugged. “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Brings it all back, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. What’s next?”

“I’d like to speak to the couple who assisted Kaitlyn.”

“I’ll call and ask them to come in.”

“Call the other victim, too. Moira. If I’m going to make a compelling case for FDS, I should speak to everyone involved.”

She started for the door. “I’ll make the calls.”

“Jeannie.”

She turned back. “Yes?”

“If this gets to be too much, please say so. I can have Erica help me.”

“I’ve got it, but thanks.”

As Sam watched her go, she vowed to keep a close eye on her friend and colleague. This case was striking too close to home for her.

Chapter Twenty-One

Sam was about to leave for the day when Gonzo appeared in the office doorway. “Jury’s in. I’m not sure what to do.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I think I’d like to be there when the verdict is read.”

“Then let’s go.”

“You don’t have to come.”

“Yes, I do, but can we have Vernon and Jimmy take us? I can’t manage that sled of yours.”

“Sure. My hands are shaking. It’s probably better if I don’t drive.”

“Gonzo.”