Nathan caught a break in Vegas. An old black hooker who went by the name Sweetness had seen Cindy get into a car with a blond man.
“And Lord have mercy, that man was stacked, let me tell you,” Sweetness exclaimed over the coffee Nathan had bought her. “Muscled, fine body, with a pretty face to match. At least from what I could tell. I was, you know, catty-corner from them so I didn’t get the full-on look. I didn’t think nothin of it at the time, except maybe a little jealous of Cindy. When I heard ya’ll had found her body, I asked the other girls round here. Nobody seen her since she left with that man. I know he involved, baby. I feel it.”
“What about the car?” Nathan pressed.
“Nothin’ big there. Old beat up grey four door. You know, the kind looks like they been too long as a rental.
