The first thing Tim sees as he gets to the parking lot, is a tall figure standing next to a 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle. Tim belatedly recognizes Detective Sullivan as his mind does a somersault over the fact that—since when do detectives ride a muscle car? Tim dreams of owning one. His daydream falls apart as soon as the man start speaking.
“Mr. Gregory.” Sullivan nods slightly by way of greeting.
“You’re following me,” Tim says flatly.
“It’s my job. I need to get answers from you.”
“You didn’t believe me when I said I knew nothing.”
Sullivan squints up at the tall building behind Tim. “Maybe now I do, considering you might’ve come here to get some answers yourself. It’s your obligation now to tell me.”
“I’m not obliged to do anything.” Tim starts heading toward his own car.
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