Page 165 of Back in the Saddle

“Great. I’ll take your card and call you the next time I go to the Caribbean,” Mary retorted.

I was beginning to like this chick.

However, time was a’wastin’.

“So, Mary, about these abductions,” I began.

She shook her head. “I didn’t see anything, and I wish I did or I woulda told the cops all about it when they came around,” Mary stated.

Damn.

“Have you heard anyone else talk about anything?” Luna inquired.

“No. That group doesn’t talk much. But they’d talk about that,” Mary said.

So, this was a bust and eating into Luna’s forced time with Knox.

“Though…” Mary drew that out.

We waited.

She didn’t say anything.

I sighed and said, “Mary, we have a lot of people to talk to tonight. If you have anything we can go on, we’d really appreciate you telling us.”

“That boy was there. I saw him,” she declared.

Boy?

“What boy?” Raye asked.

“He sells those pills. The bad ones. The ones that really mess people up,” Mary said.

Oh no.

“Fentanyl?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. That stuff.”

“Why would you mention him?” Luna queried.

“Because he sells to some of those people in the camp, which is so sad. But also because I didn’t get a good feeling about him when he did,” Mary explained. “And not just the normal bad feeling of him doing what he was doing.”

“What kind of feel did you get?” Harlow asked.

“Like he was there to do more than sell those pills,” Mary told her.

“What else was he doing?” Raye pressed.

“Having a good look around,” Mary stated.

Oh man.

Casing the joint.

“What does this guy look like?” I asked.

Mary turned to me. “Young. Real skinny. Shifty. Dark hair. ’Bout as tall as you, maybe a little taller, not much though.”

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