Chapter 41

Before lunch, I skipped over to the Elysian Towers; and as luck would have it, I found Morrison on duty at the front desk.After a bit of prompting and a promise of twenty bucks on my part, I got him to open up with frank bonhomie, just as if we had been old chums from the laboratory where he had been created.He told me that yes, the condo's management firm had hired Aqua-Clean Pools to service the swimming pool out back, which meant a maintenance worker came once a week.For about a year the pool tech had been a hunky blond guy with well-developed arm and leg muscles, a Swedish American by the name of Onslow; and from the way Morris described him, I had a feeling the drone had had a crush on the Swede.The last two service dates before the McAllister murder, the pool company had sent someone else, a small, rather vague man who did the job, but not as well or as creatively as the big, brawn Onslow.