“I stopped the cart. Called his name.” Evan sniffed and wiped his nose again. “Then I saw the blood.”
“Did you touch anything?” Leon pretended to write something down on the notepad.
“Just Jake. I checked his neck for a pulse.” Evan's mouth tightened. “I knew he was dead. I knew it, but I checked anyway.”
“That was the right thing to do.” He made another pretend notation on the paper.
Evan stared toward the fountain. “He was my friend.”
Leon waited.
Evan's eyes filled again. “I worked for him, but he was my friend.”
Leon watched the water fall over the edge of the upper lily pad shape in the fountain, giving Evan a moment. “How long have you worked here?”
“Almost five years.”
Leon let that settle before continuing. “Was there any reason Jake would have been here last night?”
Evan
