“Let’s go interview the husband.” Alan Jeffries closed the red cold-case notebook and glared at me with obvious impatience. I stared back incredulously. After a long pause, he barked, “What? Why are you giving me that look? Do you have any idea how many of these murders I’ve worked?” “Al, we’ve been working together for years. I know exactly how many cases you’ve investigated. But you just finished reading the notebook, and we haven’t even assembled a list of evidences