8 July 1982; 0240:
Six blocks from the jail, Gunn turned into an alley. In the middle of the block he drove up to the back door of what appeared to be a residence. “Tell Dispatch we’ll be Ten-Ten at the Roost.”
January obeyed, got out of the car, and followed Gunn to the door.
When he knocked, a tall, middle aged African American woman wearing a bright Hawaiian muumuu answered the door.
“Good evening, Garnet. This is Officer Farrell. Farrell, Garnet Ledeux.”
The woman looked January over thoroughly before she gave a gracious nod. “Good evening Thaddeus. My pleasure, Officer Farrell.” She offered January her hand, her grip firm and business like. “Come in, come in, please. Mama Good baked a nice German chocolate cake today. Would you care for some, with your coffee?”
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