CHAPTER ELEVEN
Darren Ryan, slouching in his chair, legs crossed, immediately sat upright, as if jolted by an electric shock when Reyes and I walked into the interview room at RHD. Reyes had kept him waiting in the room for twenty minutes, an old technique aimed at making Ryan nervous.
“This freaks me out,” Ryan said as Reyes sat down across the table from him. “It’s so absurd you made me come here.”
Reyes had invited me to the interview, but only as an observer. Since Reyes wasn’t questioning Ryan as a suspect of a crime, my presence didn’t present any legal issues. I leaned against the wall next to the door to watch.
“I thought having you come here would be more convenient since you work downtown, Mr. Ryan,” Reyes said.
“I’m not working today, detective,” Ryan said. “My wife has die
