Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“She is going to be alright, Robert,” Brandon said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“She is nineteen, Brandon,” I said. “She should be worrying about exams, not whether her mother wanted her father dead.”
“We will get through the audit,” he said. “The accounts are already frozen.”
“Go back to the office,” I said. “I want to walk for a bit.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but he just nodded and walked toward his car.
I turned back into the building and walked to the small desk where Detective Vance was sitting.
The blue envelope was sitting on the table in front of him, empty now, its contents entered into the official evidence box.
Vance stood up from the metal table, his heavy wool coat sticking to his shoulders as he gathered the paperwork. He did not look at the blue envelope again, merely sliding it into the larger brown file containing the statements we had signed over the last three hours.
“I will need you both back here on the fifteenth,” Vance said, his gravelly voice sounding thin in the small room. “The prosecutor wants to go over the timeline once more before the formal hearing.”
