‘Sounds like you’re telling me this for a reason,’ I said.
‘The fingerprints we found were yours, Nick. Which
isn’t that crazy – men get into their wives’ purses all the
time. But still—’ She laughed as if she got a great idea. ‘I
gotta ask: You haven’t been to Hannibal recently, have
you?’
She said it with such casual confidence, I had a flash:
a police tracker hidden somewhere in the undercarriage of
my car, released to me the morning I went to Hannibal.
‘Why, exactly, would I go to Hannibal to get rid of my
wife’s purse?’
‘Say you’d killed your wife and staged the crime scene
in your home, trying to get us to think she was attacked by
an outsider. But then you realized we were beginning to
suspect you, so you wanted to plant something to get us to
look outside again. That’s the theory. But at this point,
some of my guys are so sure you did it, they’d find any
theory that fit. So let me help you: You in Hannibal lately?’
I shook my head. ‘You need to talk to my lawyer.
Tanner Bolt.’
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