Chapter 50

This was why I had become a homicide detective. I rushed back to the office, my head whirling with how to get my hands on this lost book? When the next bombshell hit.

It was Jude.

Are you sitting?” He asked, as if he wer about to deliver the coup de grace. Richard Zaddicos was here in Cleveland. They might of the Hall Of Fame murders. The son of a bitch was here.”

Zaddicos has lied right to my face. He hadn’t even blinked.

It was now clear; the unidentifiable man at Hall Of Fame had been him after all. He had no alibi.

Jude explained how his men had scoured the local hotels. Finally, they incovered that Zaddicos had been at the Westin, and amazingly. He has registered under his own name. A desk clearing working there that night remembered him. She knew it the minute she saw Zaddicos, she was a fan.