“If she couldn’t stop this restless pacing, flitting from one room to the next, she’d never get any sleep. She’d start a project in the library, leave it at the first unfamiliar noise and wind up in the kitchen, refreshing the dogs’ water bowls. She’d hear the muffled voices of a television newscast through the floorboards, then head off to the front room to adjust the blinds. She’d peek out a window to look at the clouds gathering in the sky and covering the moon, but she’d hear the rumble of t...hunder in the distance and go back to the kitchen to make sure it was Mother Nature talking and not her new tenant grumbling about something downstairs. Then the dogs would woof at something outside and the whole anxious cycle would start over again. Max’s Cold Case Squad hadn’t been able to immediately identify the man in the picture with Leland Asher, since he didn’t have a record and wasn’t in their criminal database. But she was certain the narrow-framed glasses and nondescript brown hair belonged to the man who’d smiled and taken her picture at the penitentiary.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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