“You got something, Ross?” Delaney topped off his coffee cup then relaxed back in his chair.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Mickey sat back, arching his back to relieve the stiff area, his fingers beating a tattoo on the table. They’d been going over their notes and the statements collected by the uniforms canvassing the neighborhood while they waited for Unabelle and Velma to return. “Since we don’t know who, I’ve been trying to concentrate on why. Why hose him? Why put him in the freezer? Why keep him at all? Why a gazebo?”
“A gazebo?” Delaney gave Mickey a skeptical look. “Would you like some more coffee?”
Mickey grinned, albeit tiredly. “Stay with me on this. I think I can tie it all together. We agree he was probably stripped and hosed to remove forensic evidence. But then why freeze him?
