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“WHAT DO YOU GOT HIM on?” Nick asked.
“Right now we’re holding him as a witness, but the 911 call said they saw him moving the body,” Detective Oscar Jimenez said, “Of course, the call was anonymous, so who knows? Might have trouble making anything stick. Because of his lack of permanent address, we’ve kept him around so he doesn’t disappear.”
Nick nodded at the image of Ray Cobb on the video feed coming from the interrogation room. Ray had aged a lot since Nick last saw him, every year rougher without a roof over his head and proper nourishment.
“Who’s the stiff?” Nick asked.
“John Doe,” Jimenez said, “No I.D., no prints in the database.”
“How’d he go?”
“Windpipe was crushed. Garroted, like something out of a spy thriller,” Jimenez said.
“Sounds planned. Street murders have a di
