“I’ve known him since we were kids.”
“Did you live near the Collins farm?”
“My family was the one way back that sold them their property. We lived across the way near the creek.”
“Do you know the Young brothers?”
“Uh, yeah. We all hung out together.”
Katie didn’t want to show how much this surprised her, so she remained unmoved. “You did visit Junior in jail?”
“Yes. No one else was going to visit him.”
“What about the Young brothers?”
“I don’t know—we all lost contact right after Raymond went into the military.”
“You’ve never been in contact with the Young brothers since?” she said.
“No.”
“What about Junior? When was the last time you saw him?” said McGaven.
“A few times over the past couple of years.”
“Are you sure you haven’t seen him in the past few months?”
Grant shook his head.
“Why don’t I believe you?” said Katie.
“I don’t know,” he said sarcastically.
“Where does he live?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know where he lives?” Katie pressed.
“No! He was secretive about it. It was weird,” he said. “Sometimes he would say he was couch surfing, staying at different places.”
“Were you everat the trailer?”
“No. But I was told about it.”
“By who?” she said.
“Just guys I know.”
Katie looked at McGaven and nodded. Her partner pulled another photocopy of Sydney Butler’s driver’s license and set it in front of him. “Do you know her?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean, you don’t think so?”
“She looks like his type. Classy, brunette, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her.”
Katie took a photo of Sydney from the crime scene. “What about now?”
