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The detective offered to come to the clubhouse after Benny mentioned that riding across town with cracked ribs would make me an even bigger asshole than usual.
I still considered going to the station.
JJ looked at me.
I reconsidered.
So at ten the next morning, I sat at the clubhouse table with JJ beside me, Benny across from us, and the detective on the other side with a recorder between us. Jarek stayed near the bar, close enough if we needed him without turning the interview into a club meeting.
The detective started with the reason I left the house.
“Marcus needed a part from Ortega’s. I left a little after eight.”
He walked me through the route one piece at a time. Which streets I took. When I first noticed the truck. How many turns it followed me through. Whether I saw t
