Chase POV
"What do you mean that there isn't anything?" My voice was almost a roar as I stared the authorities down. Detective Gonzalas was the only one who had the nerve to stare me in the face in the waiting room as they parted with the news I'd been waiting the most to hear.
"The car was stolen", Detective Gonzalas supplied "License plates were missing, but they abandoned the car underneath a bridge. There is no trace evidence. They had to have been wearing gloves when they, ahem, shot your wife," she said apologetically.
"What about the bullet casings" I demanded, glaring at them all. "Surely you could have gotten something off that."
Her face was pinched as she looked towards her colleagues who stared fixedly at the ground.
"The bullets were from a 22-caliber handgun. Not lice
