CHAPTER ELEVEN
JUNE 7, 10 AM
PHOENIX POLICE DEPARTMENT
I wander back to the detention area and meet with Davis once more.
“Come over here by the window, Bob. You can see the lawn.”
“Yeah, I know. I have been watching that tree out there … it changes shape all the time, you know.”
“Yeah, sure as it is green. Let’s go back to El Paso again.”
“Sure, if you want to. Mr. McLain.”
“Now that motel is called the ‘Bluebird,’ right? And Jim Gorham owns it?”
“We have been through that a hundred times.”
We have nothing else to do, kid. Now, the day of the 24th, the day that you say you were in that motel in El Paso. Did you see Gorham that day? That was Wednesday. Remember, we figured it out.”
“I know, that was the day that he had Joan with him.”
“Joan? Joan who?”
“I don’t know. Joan, a n
