Chapter 8

Once they were seated and had made inroads into the chicken parmesan and noodles, Clay asked for details on the case. Quint gave him a brief recap, finishing by explaining how they knew Trev Eldridge was also a victim, not the killer.

“Those men must have been awfully stupid,” Clay said with a shake of his head.

“That, or they were in too much of a hurry to set it up right. At least, that’s the conclusion I came to after thinking about it—after my talk with Trev. The apartment is at the end of the hall, with only one neighbor close to it. But, between the noise they made kicking the door in and the shots, they had to figure someone would call 9-1-1. So, they arranged the prints on the gun, Trev’s covering Mr. Pierce’s. At least they did that right.”

“Other than that they weren’t smudged, you said.”