CHAPTER FIFTY
Jessica
The following morning, I reported to the Boulder police station to review a line-up of suspects in Fred’s murder. As a uniformed officer escorted George and me to the room, I saw the elderly woman who lived across from Fred’s apartment step into the hallway, talking up a storm to the officer with her.
“That was him. I’m positive,” she said. “I remember seeing him hanging around outside, waiting. Of course, I didn’t think much about it. Plenty of people lurk about . . . .”
Her voice faded as she walked away. I looked at George before we entered the room.
“Well, here goes nothing,” I said.
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