Jack was getting out of his car when they pulled into the Red River parking lot.
“We couldn’t have done better if we had spy cam,” Hector quipped. Jack rolled his eyes.
“We’ve spent most of the day at Eric’s house,” Morgan explained. “It was interesting.”
“Probably more interesting than mine,” Jack grumbled. “Let’s get a back booth.”
Seated and having ordered, Jack asked, “So what did Eric think about you blaming his wife?”
“One of the things that had been happening is that the linen closet door opens on its own and sometimes a towel falls out. At least once it fell out into the middle of the hallway,” Hector explained. “We managed to recreate that, except for the hallway part. By the way, does your linen closet have a vent inside it?”
“What?” Jack asked, bemused. “Uh, no. Why?”
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