Chapter 72
INT. - PATRICK SONNICKER'S APARTMENT - EVENING
Gerri frowned at the windshield of her car all the way to Patrick's apartment. It sounded like the case against him was building momentum. So, why did it feel like this was wrong, that she was still missing pieces of the puzzle?
She had to admit it made logical sense he might be the murderer. If she found out her mom and dad kidnapped her from her real family and hid her from them all those years. No. That was the difference between her and him, in the end. She'd be pissed, scream and yell, let her temper out. But murder?
She loved her parents too much. Maybe that was what made so little sense. His grief had been real, genuine. She was sure of it. And Gerri's gut told her he was innocent. But, damn it, the proof he was lying was hard to ignore.
If he lied, why? If he was innocent, he'd have no need.
Or, would he?
She was about to find out.