Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Sighing, I set up the last two pictures right under the Raymond’s. Jay
Titcher and Ben Karrock, Harold’s well known former accomplices and the
two less likely to have anything to do with our case.
They both had alibis— Titcher moved to Maryland and was presumably
at a bar the night of the murders (although nobody could testify for him), and
Karrock was at his sister’s wedding (and although several of his family
members attested of it, he wasn't on any of the pictures, so what gave? Who
the hell didn't take pictures at weddings?).
Come on, Maddox, think, goddammit.
There had to be something that linked one of these men to the Raymonds.
Just then, my phone rang. I was so drawn into my own thoughts that I
jumped in surprise. Seeing Andrea’s name on it, I picked it up and put it to
my ears.
“Hey, what's up?”
My attention was still mostly on the file in front of me, the pictures, the
bank and phone statements, Sofia’s testimony, everything was there to help
me, yet the answers still evaded me.
Andrea cleared her throat on the other side of the phone. I frowned. She
sounded anguished. I immediately thought something happened with her
husband, Wesley, maybe they got into a fight or, fuck maybe it was Adrianna?
Maybe something happened to her?
We had barely spoken since Valentina’s incident. She didn’t come by,
said work was busy, and she answered my calls maybe three times in the last
month, when she usually was the one to call at least two times a week.
“Andie? You okay?"
“Y-yeah. I’m fine, Maddox. How are you? How is Valentina?”