I waited until Tyler came over to my place Tuesday night before telling him my plan and his part in it.
“I’m gonna have dinner with our suspect tomorrow night. This should give you enough time to get into his place and search it for clues,” I said, before biting into chicken chow mein from the Chinese restaurant a block from my building. “We need something to back up what you overheard that night in the bar, and anything that could incriminate those guys and keep you out of this whole thing.”
Tyler chewed on a spring roll. “What if it comes down to my word against theirs? If the only thing left is my testimony, which would lead to my telling the world what I did, or worse, what I am?”
“I’m hoping it won’t come to that. But…if your testimony is needed, I’m hoping it won’t involve serving
