Page 182 of To Die For

Devine held up his phone with a picture of Glass on the screen. “Did you see this man come out?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you see anything unusual?”

“What do you mean by unusual?”

“Something you’d never seen before in that alley,” replied Devine.

“Oh, well, yeah, I did.”

“What was that?” Devine said patiently.

“Most all the vehicles you see back there are delivery trucks. Food, wine, that kind of stuff.”

“And last night?” said Devine.

“Well, there was a real fancy ride that pulled in while I was smoking a cigarette.”

“Can you describe it?”

“It was a Tesla.”

“Did you see the person driving?”

The busboy nodded.

Devine held out his phone again with a different image on it. “Her?”

The man looked at the photo of Mercedes King. “Yep.”

“Then what happened?”

“Some dude came out wearing a hoodie. Never saw his face.”

“Where did he go?”

“He got in the car and it tore out of here.”

Devine looked at Braddock. “Didn’t anybody ask these questions before?”

“Yeah, they did,” said a befuddled-looking Braddock, while Hastings nodded in agreement.

Walker said to the busboy, “I was here doing some of the interviews, but I don’t remember seeing you here.”

Devine looked back at the busboy. “Care to explain?”

“I went off duty right after I saw the car. Finished my smoke and went home. Just came back here when one of my buddies told me what happened. So I wasn’t here last night to answer any questions.”

Devine took a moment to ponder all of this.

Mercedes King aka Anne Cassidy has Danny Glass. But she was in Ricketts last night. So how could…

“Exactlywhen did your boss go missing?”

Hastings told him.

Devine did the math in his head and then turned to Campbell. “I’m assuming Nick Dawkins has a private jet?”

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