“Ryan had a young black girl with him. She was a light skinned black girl, about 5-8 or 5-9, short black hair, wearing shorts and a very skimpy red shirt.”
“They both got out of the SUV carrying drinks and stumbling around with several bags. Ryan was drunk. He walked up to his porch and I watched as he fumbled with his keys trying to open the door. The black girl came up from behind and wrapped her arms around him, then started tongue kissing his ear. After that they both disappeared into the house.”
“That was the last time I saw Ryan alive,” Cliff lamented.
“Did you get a good look at who was driving the SUV or its plates?” Daniel interjected.
“No. From my window view, I couldn’t see who was driving. I just saw the SUV pull up and stop in the middle of the street before pulling off.”
