Wray has anything to add to his story about why he was in my house.”
“Shall we find out?”
She glanced at her watch. “Let’s see if we can catch him before he heads to dinner.”
* * *
Jordan followed Katie into the jail. The usual chaos—ringing phones, chattering of law enforcement and curses from recently arrested criminals—filled the air. It reminded him of his detective days before he’d applied to the FBI and gotten the case that had turned his life upside down.
But he wasn’t here to think about that. Right now he wanted to know if Mr. Wray had anything else to add to his story.
Katie had called ahead and asked for him to be brought into one of the private areas where prisoners met with those involved in their legal activities. Katie paced the length of the small room while Jordan leaned against the table.
She said, “I wonder if he’s retained a lawyer yet.”
“Probably a public defender. I looked a little deeper into his past last night. He was on probation. His latest crime will land him here for a good long while.”
“Then maybe he won’t have anything to lose by talking to us now.”
“Maybe.”
She shot him a glance and then looked at her watch. “Wonder what’s taking so long?”
“He’s probably at dinner.”
She grimaced. “Is it already that time? I forgot how late it was.”
“Your headache gone?”
“The one from this morning is. However, I have a feeling Mr. Wray may spark another one.”
The door opened and Jordan straightened.
An officer said, “Mr. Wray won’t be coming in.”
“Why’s that?” Katie asked.
“Because he’s being transported to the hospital. There was a fight on the way to the dining hall. He was stabbed in the throat.”
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