“In an alley not too far from the baseball park,” Shorty replied. “Not exactly the greatest area, where he was, which was away from all the clubs and stuff.”
“We have to figure out why you were in that part of the city,” Richard said. “As far as I know, and I do,” he smiled, “you’re not a sports fan, and it’s nowhere near where you live, or the clubs. Were you trying to hide from someone, or…Hell, that’s the only reason I can think of, unless someone, I don’t know, kidnapped you.”
“Why would they do that?” Mick replied. Then he nodded. “If they wanted me dead, but didn’t want it to look like a planned murder, if that makes sense.”
“Sort of. The cops find your body and put it down a mugging gone wrong, although that wouldn’t explain why you were way across town from the club.”
“He was doing out-reach work,” Shorty chimed in. “Those guys go down there sometimes. Least ways that might be what the cops would figure.”
“Did I ever do that?” Mick asked Richard.