Dimas sat against the back of the chair in his suite. He’d been asked the same question twice and he was beginning to regret not calling a lawyer. “Let me repeat. Hunter was with me last night. He was my alibi, I was his. We didn’t leave the room. I’m sure there’s hotel video surveillance showing what time I came up to my suite, and what time Hunter arrived. Hunter was here before I was, so if Carl died in the early morning, we don’t know how or why.”
“And these women that were invited in the suite…could they be witnesses?” Deputy Myers scribbled in his notebook.
“I think one stayed but she had passed out. I didn’t get her name,” Dimas said. “Don’t you have the surveillance videos?”
“We’re still in the process of obtaining them. The hotel tells me that its corporate counsel hasn’t given
