Bass recognized the spot. He was the one Jones had seen.
“I know I should have probably phoned the police about that night,” Jones continued, “but I have those parking tickets hanging over my head and I didn’t want to bring down unnecessary hardships on myself.”
Bass and Macky said nothing and let him continue.
“The night before, the night that interests you all, I believe I heard people over by the clump of trees in the lot farther down, the second one down, when I parked my car.” His hand went up again, this time pointing to a group of saplings past 19th Street. “They could have been arguing. But that’s not unusual, if you are looking for something unusual. They were probably doing drugs. When you guys have nothing to do, you might consider cleaning that place up.”
“I’ll get your key
