Chapter 6Three men, three workplaces Zeke had to visit to interview them. As he’d told Greg, he’d begin with Mr. England, the waiter, because he wanted to catch him before he started his shift at the sandwich shop, which opened at eleven.
He dressed in a suit, sans the tie, leaving his shirt collar open. It gave him a professional air with a bit of the sort of casualness most people associated with a private detective. Once he’d found a space in a downtown parking lot where he wouldn’t be charged enough to buy a small house, he walked down Fourteenth. It was ten-forty, and he hoped he’d be at the sandwich shop in time to waylay his first suspect before the man went inside.
Luck was with him. He saw England come around the corner, heading toward the shop, and hurried to meet him.
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