Chapter 7
“Mr. Watkins,” Detective Sanders said when Tony opened his door early the next afternoon.
“Detective.”
“May I have a word with you?” Sanders asked.
“Sure. Come on in. Have a seat.” Tony gestured toward the sofa. Sanders took one of the chairs instead, so Tony settled on the sofa, looking expectantly at the detective.
“How long have you lived here?” Sanders inquired.
“Seems like forever, but actually about five years. Why?”
“I’d like to find out what you know about some of the tenants.”
Tony bit back a smile, thinking about what he and his friends had discussed the previous evening. “Do you think one of them could be the killer?”
“It’s one theory,” Sanders said succinctly, and then began quizzing Tony about the people on his list. Most of the names were male, although the
