Detective Summers spent a fruitless afternoon talking with students, teachers, and sponsors, trying to find any information to help with the investigation. However, unlike on TV where the detective always finds a nugget of information from each person interviewed and is able to put a case together in a short time, life didn’t work that way, and she knew it. It took hours, and sometimes days, of fruitless fact-checking, stories, and information to maybe find one little piece of evidence to use. Everyone she spoke with corroborated what James and Mary Romson had told her, which didn’t surprise her. Neither of them had been real suspects from the beginning, but she never assumed anything in an investigation. Every lead had to be chased down to the end of the lead.
Each student, teacher, or sponsor had been accounted for, except for Teddy Baldwin. One would think he would want to stay home the first day after returning from Europe, but no, he had to go out of town to his grandmother’s to celebrate her birthday. Detective Summers would have to follow up with him on Sunday, meaning she had to work overtime again.
Sometimes she hated her job. The idea of having time for herself away from work did not seem to fit in with her job description. Two failed marriages attested to this. It was not because Sarah had not tried. She really had, but the pressures she placed on herself and her dedication to doing her job to the best of her ability had been too much for either of her husbands to accept.
Sarah decided to call it a day—night actually—and go home and pamper herself with a nice long bubble bath.