Chapter 17

He went to the entryway and opened the front door, but not the screen door. A man, maybe his age or a little older, stood on the porch. No one Spence knew or remembered meeting when Carol had taken him and Jeff around the neighborhood.

“Mr. Harden? My name is Gregg Rowe. I’m with the Gazette.” He held up his press credentials.

“Go away. I don’t want to talk to you, or any reporter,” Spence replied tightly.

“You’re going to have to talk us sometime. We’re a tenacious bunch.” He smiled winningly. “Might as well break the ice with me.”

“Why you and not someone else?”

“Because I’m a crime reporter?” Again, he gave Spence a winning smile.

“And you’re hoping you can batter me into breaking down and confessing that I killed Jeff? That won’t happen, because I didn’t.” Spence started to close the door.

“Prove it. Tell me what happened.”

“Ask the police.”

Spence almost laughed when Gregg replied. “I did. They won’t give up any information.”