“Yeah. If you’re looking for him, he didn’t come in this morning.”
Harris lowered his voice. “That’s because Mr. Watts was murdered late last night.”
“The hell you say,” Mr. Franklin replied. “What happened? Was he mugged or…or…” His voice petered out as he seemed to process the information.
“He was killed in the parking lot of his apartment building. The ME estimates around eleven last night. He was found a couple of hours after that by a man coming home late from…well, that doesn’t matter. What time did he leave here last night?”
“He was working a split shift yesterday. Eleven to three, then five until closing at nine. He was due in at six this morning, to work until nine, then back at eleven.”
“Did he always work split shifts?” Harris asked.