Chapter 9It was after one A.M. Tuesday morning when Mick, Richard, and Shorty returned home. Because he’d asked if he could and they’d agreed, Trenton joined them there a few minutes later.
Richard made coffee while the others settled in the living room. When it was ready, he poured cups for everyone, bringing them out on a tray, and then sat next to Mick on the sofa.
“Don’t shoot me,” Richard said after taking a sip of his coffee. “I have a couple of questions the cops didn’t ask.”
“You mean they missed something?” Mick replied tiredly. “I feel like I’ve been through the wringer. At least the detective finally believed me when I said the only thing I remembered before the attack was overhearing Celeste and the dealer, and seeing the box changing hands. Without you two to back me up, sh
