The younger cop hadn’t considered that. No matter how remote, confessions had to be checked out. They drove to the home of Anne Doss in a fashionable gated community. Ms. Doss, dressed impeccably in a chocolate brown pants suit, let them in and led them to a well-appointed sitting room. Big hoop earrings dangled from her ears and her shoulder-length honey blonde hair curled enticingly around her neck. She was by anybody's standards a...