Felton scratched his short-trimmed thatch of salt-and-pepper hair. “You got an eye witness to the killing, couple of feet from the shooter, and he couldn’t see anything because of the steam and besides that he’s an autistic savant. Definitely one for the books.”
“Keep an eye on the brothers, Jeff. I’m going to see how Nardiello’s doing with the rest of the exercise mavens.” She turned away, then turned back. “George, do you think Timmy could answer some questions for me at the women’s steam room? It’s just the same as the men’s, maybe he could show me what happened.”
George Carman said, “He could probably handle that a lot better than the men’s.”
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Marvia made her way to the meeting room.
Officer Nardiello presided over the half-dozen men and women like a grad student proctoring
