Katherine, my mother, flooded my mind. I had missed the woman on a daily basis, just as I had enjoyed my days of heavy drinking. An image of her youthful face passed behind my eyes. The female image proved to be my mother because of her blond hair and blue eyes. She was thin, smiling, and pleasant to be around. Any good son would have missed her, just as I had.
“Help me with this case, Mother,” I said down to the first page of hand-scrawled notes. “I can’t do this on my own.” A sigh escaped me, proving my frustration, and the visage of her behind my eyes left my mind. Then I said, “Get busy, Joe. The murder isn’t going to solve itself.”8: Details of a Crime
I had limited pages of important details regarding Evan Sting’s murder. One page consisted of a list of his family members:
Benny Sting—Father, 49. CEO of Sting Oil.
Dunny—Uncle, 47. CEO of Rough Ranch Cattle Exchange.
Diane—Mother, deceased when Evan was 14, breast cancer
Dale—Brother, 22
Marshall—Brother, 25