“I pulled the local sheriff’s file.

He and Ethan played in the same golf tournament last summer.

The sheriff’s office bought four new cruisers in January, and three of them came from a dealership owned by Ethan’s brother-in-law.”

“That was quick.”

“It wasn’t quick.

I’ve had my eye on Ethan Caldwell for six months.”

Richard turned in his seat.

“Six months?”