“Do you know him?” said Katie.
Grand didn’t look at the photo.
McGaven slammed his hand on the table, startling Grand. “Look at it.”
Grand looked down and seemed to study it for a moment. “I don’t know. He looks familiar but I don’t know…”
“I see,” said Katie.
McGaven put down a copy of the visitors list for Griffin Jr. at the prison—with the name Tom Grand circled.
“You visited Griffin in prison several times,” she said.
“Could be another TomGrand?” he said.
“Nope. It matches your driver’s license. It’s you.” She pointed at him.
Grand knew he had been cornered and leaned back in the chair. He couldn’t quite look at the detectives. It seemed he was contemplating if he should run or not. Sweat appeared on his forehead as his hands trembled.
The detectives kept silent, the tension remaining high. After an appropriate amount of silence, Katie leaned toward Grand and moved the paper forward.
“This is your signature, correct?”
“I guess.”
“We could get a handwriting expert to verify, but we both know it’s your signature.”
Grand started to say some things but stopped.
“Look, we have all day. Tell us what your relationship with Griffin Jr. is?”
“I can’t…”
“You can’t say? You can’t remember? You can’t tell us? What?” she said. “Is there someone threatening you?” she said.
McGaven decided to sit down. He pulled another chair to the table by sliding it across the room, making a horrible ear-piercing noise.
“Okay, I know Junior. That’s what everyone calls him,” said Grand.
Got him…
“Mr. Grand, you need to tell us everything: How you know him. What you know about him. And if he ever talked about his dad or the Collins family,” said Katie.
“I would suggest that you start at the beginning,” said McGaven.
Grand waited a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Katie’s pulse rose as she waited for him to answer.
“Yeah, I know Junior.”
“You mean Ian GriffinJr.?” said Katie.
“Yeah.”
“How do you know him?” she said.
“I’ve known him most of my life.”
That stunned Katie. “What do you mean?”
