“You said he woke up on the steps of the church this morning?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Thurman replied.
“Did he say when?”
“Between eight-thirty and nine o’clock,” the investigator replied. “He came to my office almost immediately following that.”
“Odd...” she said.
“What’s odd?” Thurman pressed.
“Well,” she said, “I always come in to work at eight o’clock, and there was no one on the front steps of the church at that time. Unless he fell asleep on the steps very briefly around eight-thirty, that doesn't make any sense.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Thurman agreed, frowning. “None at all. Hmmm... Well, thank you, ma’am, for your assistance. You’ve been helpful. If you can think of anything else, please, don’t hesitate to call me.” He passed her a business card.
“I will, Mr. Woodfin,” she replied, tucking the card into her desk drawer as the investigator left.
**I wrote it, but I totally didn't see it coming!**