Adam shrugged. “You want your lawyer? Fine.” He leaned forward. “Guilty people always ask for their lawyer.”
Tyler closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He’d watched enough television to know that it was true.
When Tyler didn’t reply, Adam continued, “Where were you on Friday night?”
Maybe it’d be best to answer a few questions, and if things started going bad, then he’d ask for his lawyer. Would the guy even come? Tyler wasn’t sure, since he still had no idea who’d sent him in the first place.
“Earth to Tyler. You plan on answering, or should I just lock you up?”
“You should talk to that game warden. Henry Ayers.”
Adam smirked. “Talk to Henry about what?”
“He dated Sheila. Maybe he dated Monique too? Maybe he—”
“You trying to tell me how to do my job?”
“Someone needs to.”
Adam pierced him with a look. “Where were you on Friday night?”
“I was at home.”
“Doing what?”
“Watching television.” He almost laughed out loud as he remembered the cop show he was watching. Adam could easily play the hard-nosed, obtuse detective.
“I thought you played darts on Friday nights?”
Tyler crinkled his brow. “Sometimes, yeah. Not this week, though. About Henry—”
“We’re talking about you. So, no darts on Friday night. What about Saturday morning? Where were you?”
“Work. I got there about eight.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose. “Eight? I thought when you worked on Saturdays you started at nine?”
“Customers come in at nine. I get there early to get things set up for the day.”
“Can anyone verify that?”
“Robert got there around eight thirty.”
“And did you have a customer show up at nine?”
“There were people waiting when Robert unlocked the door.”
“You take care of them?”
“Robert handled them. They didn’t need repair work but were buying things from the store.”
“So, no one saw you?”
“I was working under a hood. But later, we had someone come who needed us to check an indicator light.”
“What time was that?”
Tyler shrugged. “Around ten, I guess.”
