Chapter One Hundred and Twenty. Jessie.
“Okay, we have got thirty-six hours. Let’s make every single one of them count,” I announced to the task force.
“Jason, can you get in touch with your contacts around the area, see if there is anything they can tell us about the vet,” I added, as PC Tanner bobbed his head once in acknowledgment of the request.
“Smithy. When the FME is done examining his bite wounds on his arm, you can come in to help with the interview,” I inform the sergeant, because I could do with his experience in the interview room. Not that I don’t have lots of experience in questioning perps, but not as a sergeant.
“Why is uniform going in there, this is a CID case?” one of the guys from Southwick station huffed, clearly wanting in on the action.
“Because he was the
