Chapter 8
“You’re certain, sir?” Hollis said as he smoothed out the slip of paper Gary had given him.
“Pretty much so, yes. It definitely looks like what I remember of him,” Gary replied. He was sitting across the desk from Hollis, nervously drumming his fingers on the arms of the chair.
“What time was it when the two of you went your separate ways?”
“Umm, I’d say maybe a bit after midnight. He, we, decided to call each other, you know how that goes. Trade numbers then decide the next day if you’re really going to call or not.”
Hollis nodded. “You’d been to the clubs, how much did you have to drink?”
Gray tried to smile as he asked, “If I tell you can you arrest me for DUI, not that I had that much but still…?”
“Nope. I just need to know if he,” Hollis glanced down at his notes, “if
