Why did he ask me those questions about Matty Lavender? Did he know something about the case that he was hiding? Did he visit the inn on May 2 when I was away and…cause Matty’s disappearance? Flood doors opened within my mind regarding his questions. What did he know that he wasn’t sharing with me? How much did he know about Matty Lavender that he wasn’t letting on about? I wondered. I could only wonder.
I pulled off the interstate and changed the subject. “We’re almost to the airport. Are you taking a charter to Chicago?”
He was. “Something small, but rough. I’ve never liked charters. Frankly, they scare the s**t out of me.”
I suggested he could take the train.
“That won’t help. I need to get there before dark. Doris demands my attention.”
Doris. His business. Kenito. Casito. Kenito’
