Chapter 5
They did go for coffee and were sitting on the shop’s patio when Michael’s phone rang. He checked the caller ID, shook his head, and muttered, “Does he work twenty-four-seven?”
“Daniels?”
Michael nodded as he answered.
“Michael? Detective Daniels. I have some news about Mr. Trask.”
“Who?”
“Sorry. Robert Trask. He’s the man you saw with Ms. Lee.”
“You found him?” Michael held the phone so Reid could listen in.
“We found his body, or rather a guest at the Mann Hotel did.”
Michael hissed in a breath. “He was murdered?”
“Yes. Strangled, like Ms. Lee, and left in a restroom stall. The guest who found him immediately called us.”
“Damn. You’re sure it’s him?”
“Yes, Michael, I’m sure. I do know what I’m doing,” Daniels replied.
“I know. I’m sorry. I guess I should say I’m re
