“When would that be? You know when that would be, when you think we maybe had it? You got a serial number? Brand? What?”
Marvia flipped to her notebook. So much for blending into the community. She hadn’t identified herself as an officer, but Crista didn’t need her to do that. She read the data she’d got from the Simmons case file.
Crista pursed her lips. She shot a glance toward the back room; Marvia could not see who or what was there from her side of the counter. Crista said, “I’ll have to go look it up. We have to keep records, you know, it’s the law.” She paused but Marvia did not take the bait.
There was some hushed conversation from the back. For a moment Marvia considered circling the counter and confronting Crista and whoever she was talking with. Almost certainly it was Rigobe
