Chapter 8

“And you did the same thing?” Detective Baines asked.

“Rarely. I’m not into one-night stands.” Jim chuckled. “Hell, what with working two jobs, I don’t have the time, even if I was.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a waiter at Bannock’s, three days a week, and work at the Onyx Repertory Theater as the costume designer Tuesday through Friday.”

“But not in the evenings, since you were at the club last night,” the detective said.

“That depends. For example, next week we go into final rehearsals and then the show opens Friday night. So, yes, I’ll be there for as long as the rehearsals take, which can go well into the evening—and for the opening.”

“What time did you leave the club last night?”

As if you don’t already know. Jim refrained from saying that, telling him, “I got there around eight, I think, and left around ten, ten-thirty. I didn’t check the exact time. But it wasn’t any later than that. I had to be at work this morning at six.”