"I do, but you don't need to come. You've had a long day. Go home, get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."
Tyler didn't wait for a reply as he hurried into the building. Clearly, he wanted to check out the crime scene on his own, and she didn't quite know what to think about that. But she was tired, and there was nothing more for her to do tonight, so she headed to her car, new questions racing through her mind. Jonas Cray seemed like a big lead, but he couldn't tell them anything. Hopefully, something on his phone or computer would.
Max arrived at Dominic's apartment just before nine on Wednesday morning. Dominic was working from home, and he came out of the kitchen, dressed in workout gear, drinking a green juice, and looking like he'd just finished a workout.
"I hope this isn't bad news," Dominic said warily. "Because after speaking to Samantha's doctor a few minutes ago, I was feeling hopeful. Then I saw your text that you were coming over."
"I'm glad to hear Samantha is doing better."
"I don't know if better is the right word, but she's hanging in there, and if she remains stable, they'll try to bring her out of her coma on Friday or Saturday."
"That's good news."
"You're not going to ruin my momentary optimism, are you?" Dominic asked as he motioned for him to have a seat on the couch.
"There's been a break in the case," he said as he sat down across from Dominic. "The man who spilled coffee on Samantha at the café is dead."
"What?" Dominic asked in shock. "You found him? And he's dead?"
"Yes. Let me back up. I saw a sketch of the man and recognized him. Last week, when I dropped Samantha at Forge Fitness, the same guy was standing outside the gym."
"So, he goes to the gym?"
"The manager said he didn't recognize him, but one of his employees did. His information led us to the Crimson Club and a stripper who gave me a name and an address. Unfortunately, when we arrived at his apartment, Jonas Cray had his throat slit."
Dominic sucked in a quick breath. "God!"
He nodded. "His killer escaped out the window." He was still pissed at himself for not being more aware when they'd entered the apartment, not being faster on the stairs or down the street. But he would find another way to catch him, because he was even more motivated after the near attempt on his own life and on Kara's.
"So, what happens next?" Dominic asked. "Who do you think killed him?"
"Someone who didn't want him to talk. Does his name ring a bell?"
Dominic shook his head. "I've never heard that name before."
"Well, the FBI will find out everything they can about him, and I'm going to do the same. "
"You gave this information to the FBI?"
"I was with the FBI agent, Kara Reid, when she found the body."
"Wait. You were with her? Why?"
"She showed me the sketch. Since I was in the café that morning, she thought I might recognize him, and I did. Getting back to Forge Fitness, I know your trainer works there."
"He does, but he always trains me here, in my personal gym."
"Have you ever met the manager, Elias Costa?"
"No. I've never actually been to Forge Fitness. Samantha recommended Mitch, and she had his number, so I spoke directly to him."
"But the manager knew Mitch was working for you."
"It wasn't a secret."
"Why didn't Samantha work out here with you? In your private fitness center?"
"She had a membership there long before I met her. She enjoyed the classes more than just lifting weights and using cardio equipment."
