t what they were doing with it

hem nothing except that the victim was named John Allen Bishop and he had apparently been murdered in his home by an unkno

pt Kate sheltered from the news people, not letting them know she was the victim’s sister. Having a reporter with fresh lipstick shove a microphone in her

returned. She wondered if she’d already asked the question, but if she had, s

wn from beside the open car door. “I can’t say for sure, Miss Bisho

returned to methodically flipping back through his notes. “Miss Bishop, you said that when y

t’s right. I call

ay such a thing? Why would he say to

al adult could. Being halfway across the city or even halfway across the country wouldn’t have meant anything to him if he was afraid

that he might have simply meant that there was someone there, in the house, and s

k bangs to the side as she glance

able to hold down a job?” Detective Gibson as

ility.” She gestured over her shoulder. “On Hamilton Street. They provide work that people like John can do. It h

s formidable looks, he had an agreeable voice. She could tell that he was delibe

of himself pretty well. The doctors said that it would be better for him if he did, if he felt r

eople there all know him. He could mostly take care of himself and h

heck on him. I drove him places like to the doctor, or to the dentist, or to go out for a meal. Sometimes I’d take him wit

gs like that. He was slow, but he could do simple things for himself. It was hard on me, emotional

Sanders asked without looking up as he wrote in

r that long before but I had to be in Dallas for my job. I’m an auditor at KDEX Systems. There were irregularities

im earlier tonight was to let him

cking on him, I had to tell him that a relative—my mother’s h

t, ma’am,” Detective Gibson

ks ago—the twelfth of last month

at her over the top of