“If she claimed she couldn’t find a room for me now, I knew she wouldn’t go to any extra trouble if she knew I was being questioned by homicide detectives. People are just strange like that. “Find the killer already?” I asked, managing an encouraging smile. I read somewhere that if you want something, you just had to say it aloud, put it “out there,” and you’d receive it. From the look on Detective Dailey’s face, I hadn’t said it quite loud enough. “We need to speak with you,” he said, and nodde...d toward the lobby doors. I saw what had to be his plain vanilla, police-issued car parked outside. No way was I going out there. “Let’s chat here,” I said. I didn’t wait for his response, just walked to the little seating area in the lobby. Dailey and Webster followed, as I knew they would. Men always follow if you walk away. It’s some sort of hunting–tracking instinct left over from a couple million years ago—either that or they just wanted to look at your butt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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