Chapter 77

Both men shook their heads. “I’ve seen the name on one of the mailboxes,” Tony told him. “That’s it. What does…did he look like?” Sanders handed him a driver’s license in a plastic envelope. “I have seen him around,” Tony told him before handing the envelope to Alan.

“I have, too,” Alan said. “Usually with what I guess were friends. Which apartment was he in?”

“Eight-oh-five,” Sanders replied.

“Then they were definitely just friends. The oh-fives are studio apartments.”

“Males? Females?”

“Both,” Alan said.

“Guys, when I saw him with anyone, which was rarely,” Tony said.

Sanders made note of that, then said, “Mr. Watkins, we need your fingerprints, because you said you touched the Stopbutton in the elevator. Then, I’d like to see your apartment, if you don’t mind.”