Blakely swallowed a healthy amount of his drink. “Help out is a better word. I don’t get paid for that.”
“I spoke with you several times at the church on another matter.”
“Are you that cop? I thought you looked familiar. You still working on that case?”
“No. I’m here to talk to you about Edie Love. An employee of The Grill?”
“I know who she is,” Blakely said. He rested the glass tumbler on his knee. The condensation dampened the gray fabric of his sweat pants. He looked directly at Bass with waiting eyes.
Bass noticed Blakely tensing up and, out of precaution, he glanced at the door where he had come up. It was closed. He could see that, but he wondered if it was locked. His eyes moved back to Blakely. Bass leaned forward and asked the next question. “You know, you are the first perso
