“Do you have any reason to believe that someone would want him dead?”
“I don’t know anyone that would want that! Are you saying this wasn’t an accident?”
“There was blunt force trauma on two sides of his head,” Deputy Myers said. “We’re not sure which one was the cause of death or both. An official autopsy report could take weeks.”
“I have no idea who would want him dead. Carl’s been drunk before. I’ve been at some of these post tournament functions where he almost has to be carted off. He would have just gone walking and tripped on something.”
Deputy Myers stopped to answer his walkie-talkie. “Hold on.” He then checked his cell, and without saying anything, stood up and left the suite, walking out to the hallway. The door automatically shut behind him. It didn’t take long before there was a knock on the door.
Dimas stood up to open it. Deputy Myers stood there. “Sorry, but I have some more questions. Do you mind?”