“You interview him?” Macky asked.
“Tarksen I did. There was no mention of the other guy.”
“Maybe he’ll bring us luck?”
“Only if he’s the murderer,” Bass said.
Bass popped the tape cartridge out. They cleared the table of their notes, leaving behind only the video equipment and a wastebasket full of Styrofoam cups.
They relocated the paperwork to their desks in the main room. The wall clock said: 4:35 p.m.
“He should still be home,” Bass said, referring to Tarksen.
“Good,” Macky replied.
They both grabbed their suit jackets and left.
Macky drove, and they ended up at Tarksen’s flat. He hadn’t left for work and was in work jeans when the detectives arrived at his door. He switched on the entryway light. Bass could see that the living room had been put back in order.
Bass took the l
