He all but grinned when he saw my half-empty water bottle. “I’m sorry to hear about your husband. How can I help you?”
“Do you have any security cameras on the property?”
“Yes ma’am. For the parking lot and the front of the motel,” he said as he puffed up his chest. “We pride ourselves in safety here.”
I just bet he does. Asshat.
“Have the police asked for any?”
Michael shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I don’t think they have.”
“Of course they haven’t. They are so certain that he is guilty. The police won’t tell me anything, but eventually, they’re going to have to tell me when those poor girls died. My husband was with me all night, and those cameras are going to prove it. You’d be willing to hand them over, right?”
“Yes. Absolutely! That’s what they’re there for! In fact, we can rev
