FIFTY-EIGHT
“Do you remember what time Frank Oliver’s code was used to call an elevator to leave the office the first time?” Kelly asked.
“Seven-thirty-something,” Clint said.
“What time was your security card used to leave the parking garage?”
Clint studied the document. “7:39 p.m.”
“When was Frank Oliver’s card used to exit the garage?”
“9:56.”
“Four minutes after it was used to call an elevator the second time.”
“If you say so.”
“Was it used any other time that evening?”
“No.”
“What does your wife do for a living?”
Clint’s fidgeting in his chair had become almost cartoonlike. He didn’t seem capable of sitting still for even a minute at a time. He did a double take at the question before locking eyes again with Kelly.
“She’s a research assistant for a pharmaceutical company.
