Nick Dimitropoulos was nothing if not punctual. He was also punctilious, which explained his strict adherence to 'the rules'. I thought he was an okay guy despite these flaws. He invited me into his office at precisely nine a.m.
"You'll be pleased to know," he began, "that your neighbors confirmed you were with them Monday until seven and that your car was parked in the driveway the rest of the night."
"Of course they confirmed it and I'm not pleased at all," I said. "I can't believe you checked up on me, Nick!"
"It's called doing my job," he said, offering me a seat. His assistant brought me a cup of coffee in a real mug instead of the usual nasty Styrofoam.
I smiled and raised my mug in a salute. "You remembered, I'm impressed."
"Don't be," he said, "I remember everything. It's more
