CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Greg rushed to the police station and got there as Brian was ready to head downstairs.
“Not much to fill you in on. They found him sleeping behind a dumpster. We’ll see what he has to say for himself. You can be the good cop, I’ll lean hard if need be.”
“Got it.” They entered the small and bare interview room. Perry was huddled in a chair on one side of the table. The two men seated themselves opposite.
“Perry, I’m Greg Larson and this is Detective Murphy. We need to talk to you, and we need to tape this conversation, OK?”
Perry nodded his head, yes. He was shaking uncontrollably despite the too-big coat someone had wrapped him in. Greg walked to the door and asked for a hot chocolate to warm him up. Brian pressed the recorder and began announcing the date and nam
