former house.” “You can’t think that—” “I’m a criminal investigator. What you

think and what I know people are capable of are light-years apart.”

 

Chapter 58

 

PULLER HAD CALLED his CO, Don White, explained the situation, and White had

gotten a search warrant. It was fairly easy because the house the Bristows had

lived in back then was now vacant.

 

A team of agents had come in and spent all day tearing the place apart.

Cadaver-sniffing dogs had been brought in to go over the house and grounds.

 

It had taken time, and money.

 

And the result was zip.

 

Puller had seen the resentment in the CID agents who performed this work. They

were overworked as it was without this time-waster.

 

That’s what he read in their looks.

 

Puller had been so sure, but the dogs would have found something if there had

been anything.

 

He leaned against his new rental, surveying the property, while Knox stood