Page 185 of Icy Cold Death

He was pissed, and Tori knew that an angry suspect was a yappy one.

“Does ‘HE’ have a name?” she asked.

The man considered it.

“He’s some lawyer. I heard him telling the women that. I don’t know who he is.”

That, in itself, was odd. The man was all over the news. Was Bill living under a rock?

Tori kept asking questions.

“How long was your girl cheating on you, Bill?” she asked.

He was bright red.

Finally, he did the math and answered.

“It started in April. She went missing in July. One day, she just left, and I think he has her shacked up somewhere. She’s his plaything. He’s a pig. He’s been in here and I’ve seen him treat the women here all the same.”

Which was ironic since he was basically treating them that way too. It was clear he didn’t suspect that his girlfriend was dead.

Bill wasn’t all that smart, now was he? Why else would cops be visiting him?

The man kept going.

“He flirted with every single woman.”

Speaking of which…

“Do you know Tiff Dunmore?” she asked.

He looked confused.

“Yeah, she was a waitress here. I haven’t seen her in a while. She upped and quit one day.”

Ehhhh, not exactly.

Bishop was curious.

“Do you know anyone here who would know her really well?” she asked. “Like a friend?”

He considered it.

“I didn’t talk to her much, but she had a friend that she was always chummy with on the same shift. Maybe she can help you.”

Well, that worked for them.

Now, they only needed a name.

“Who?” she asked.

He didn’t hold back.

“Her name is Jana. Jana Lauren. She’s about yay tall,” he said, holding his hand up to his chest. “Red hair, and works that section over there.”

He pointed.

“Can we talk to her?”

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