” Minutes later, according to Peters, Chris starts banging his fists on the gurney.
By now, Edwards has called the commander of the Major Case Squad of Greater St.
She got off work at 4, and then she actually made dinner.
Pasta and chicken, and she cut up some kind of pizza, she mixed it all together.” He laughs a little, appreciatively.
He glanced out the window as he jiggled the baby, wondering whether the threatening letters the Colemans have been receiving are as ominous as they sound. Barlow doesn’t really know the guy; he waved to him a couple times when Chris and his wife, Sheri, first moved into the Columbia Lakes subdivision, but saw no response.