That would be a good start.
“You can tell me where you met him, what he was driving, what he was wearing, if he had any type of accent. Stuff like that.”
Boone really wanted to know what this guy looked like.
“Um, well.” Bobby glanced at Sean. “He wasn’t as tall as you.”
Not many people were.
“Was he taller than you?”
Bobby’s hair flopped across his forehead when he nodded. “I had to look up at him.”
“Okay, so between five foot six and six foot six.”
Well, that was as clear as mud.
“Yeah.”
“What did he look like?”
“He stayed mostly to the shadows,” Sean said with a bit of eagerness in his voice. Boone was pretty sure he was hoping to keep his butt out of trouble, too.
“Can you hazard a guess?”
“His hair was dark.”
Great, his hair was dark and he hid in the shadows.
Perfect description.
“He drove a two-door sports car, one of those fancy ones,” Sean said quickly. “It was red.”
Now, they were getting somewhere.
“Did you see if it was a convertible or not?”
“No, but…” Sean frowned.
“But what?” Boone asked.
Sean reached for his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He slid his finger across the screen several times and then held the phone out to Boone. “It was a really cool car. I kind of took a picture of it.”
Hot damn.
Boone glanced down at the phone. Interesting. It was a red BMW two door. Had to be from overseas. It had an English license plate. Boone sent the picture to his own phone and then handed it back to Sean.
“Did the guy have an accent?” Considering the car was from another continent, it was a legitimate question.
“No, but he talked all proper like.” Sean shivered. “It was weird.”
Boone had no doubt.
“Okay, boys, here’s the deal. I’m going to talk to Jackie about not pressing charges, but I expect to see each of you down at the station tomorrow morning, not later than ten o’clock. Understand?”
Bobby’s eyes rounded. “In the morning?”
“Yes, in the morning.”
