A week or so after their meeting, Trent emailed Ben. He included an attachment with the email. It was a photo. Ben was getting ready to head home for the night. It was Friday. After reading the brief email, Ben opened the attachment.
Disturbing couldn’t really describe what Ben was staring at. The back of a man’s head, bloodied, obviously riddled with bullet wounds. It shocked Ben. The graphic nature of the photos was jarring to a guy who had just stepped into office. Ben had never seen anything like it.
“She claims she did this under [stressful] circumstances—think about that this weekend,” Trent wrote. She—Tracey Roberts—was the shooter. The victim (alleged intruder) was Dustin Wehde, a twenty-year-old so-called “special needs” kid, who had been shot nine times by a woman who lived on the other side of town from where Dustin lived with his mother and father and siblings. So much had happened since Dustin was killed. If this case had been a murder, why hadn’t it been prosecuted as such inside the past decade?
Ben sat back in his chair. Took a deep breath.
What is Trent not telling me?
He stared at the photos.
What am I missing here?
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