“WE KNOW ALL ABOUT THE meeting the four of you were supposed to have, Mr. Bailey and we also know that you didn’t kill Tanner Mathis in 1972,” Andrea told him.
Horace flinched but said nothing. He sat, head down, eyes on the lid of his coffee cup as he took small sips of the hot brew.
“We know you went to Chuck’s cabin after your appointments last Monday,” Mel said. “Here.” She slid a photograph of him driving toward the cabin across her desk to him.
He looked at the date/time stamp on the bottom. “Where was that taken?”
“Very close to the cabin Chuck Knox owns,” Andrea answered, “so why don’t you tell us your side of the story?”
Horace set his cup down carefully on the edge of the desk and then looked back and forth between the Deputy DA to his right and Mel behind her desk. He cross
