Chapter 17
Jacksonville, FL
Morning
NATE HAD NO CLASSES the next morning, so we began our day by going downtown to the sheriff’s office at ten and allowing a detective to take our formal statements. Nate had transferred the incriminating photographs from his cell phone to his laptop and burned them onto a CD for the police. Someone had alerted George to our presence in the building, and he stopped by to say hello when the interviews were over.
“I owe you one, George,” I said.
“What does that mean?” he said.
“The officers wanted us to come downtown last night for this, but when I tossed your name around, they changed their minds.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s eleven thirty, can Nate and I buy you lunch?”
“Sure. How about Richard’s? I’m in a Camel Rider sort of mood.”
“Works for m
