Chapter 18

“I take it your silence means no,” Steve said.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to go see it with you.”

“Great. When are you free?”

“I do the morning and noon news tomorrow and Wednesday. The rest of the week it’s the five and nine shows.”

“Wednesday night then?” he asked. “I should be free, barring a sudden crime wave.”

“It’s a date.”

We finished eating before Steve brought up the murders again.

“Okay, we probably know how he was able to get your key to copy it. From Ginger Nelson’s call to 9-1-1, we know approximately when Owen Parker was murdered. Presuming she actually saw what she said she did.”

“You doubt her story?”

“Adam. Right now I’m not taking anything anyone’s told me at face value unless they have collaborating witnesses—the way the group of you who went to the club last night do.” He waved down our waitress at that point to pay her, then suggested we go back to my house to finish our discussion. “It’s more private there.”