“Like we told Mrs. Taylor, no clue. Andy just said they were some guys he met at the place he works. Customers. They’d been in a couple of times and the second time they told him about a party up in the mountains.”
“Did he suggest you and Vick come with him?”
“Naw. He did his thing, we do ours. Besides, I work weekends, so for me it was a no-go.”
The door to the apartment opened and a young man Mike introduced as Vick came into the room. Mike told him who Quinn and Brent were.
“Private eyes?” Vick grinned. “Just like on TV.”
Brent chuckled. “So Mike pointed out. Trust me, our lives are nothing the guys in those shows.”
Vick nodded, hanging his jacket on a hook by the front door. “So, you’re looking for Andy. Best bet, he ran into someone at the party he was going to who had some primo weed, got high, and is still sleeping it off.”
“After five days?” Quinn asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, good point. Maybe there was some guy who caught his fancy and…you do know he’s gay?”