Chapter 18The next morning I was anxious for something to happen. For the police to discover Marlon's car. There was nothing I could do but wait. But I didn't have to wait long.
That afternoon I got a call from Ronald.
“Are you sitting down Greg?” asked Ronald.
“What is it?” I asked.
“The police have detained Lopez on suspicion of murder,” he said. “They think he murdered Marlon.”
Those were the words I wanted to hear.
“Why do they think that?” I asked.
“They found a car belonging to Marlon. It had bullet holes and blood all over the trunk and a picture of Lopez in the glove box,” he said. “They searched Lopez's house and found a g*n and arrested him pending results of forensic testing.”
“Poor Marlon,” I said. “What do you think happened?”
“I don't know, I just got some bits and p
