“As I’m sure you know, Central would have handled that not robbery-homicide,” Reyes said. “Why didn’t you go see them?” He drank more coffee.
“I know,” I said. “But I have no friends over at Central.”
Reyes laughed. “And you think you have friends over here, bro?”
“Everything is relative, I suppose,” I said. “At least you gave me coffee. Now are you going to stop busting my balls and help me out a little?”
Reyes grinned. “Everyone else busts your balls,” he said. “Why shouldn’t I?”
I said, “I want a little information, that’s all.”
“Don’t we all. Explain the circumstances. If it sounds good, I’ll pull up the file and let you see it.”
I leaned back in the chair, put one foot on the edge of Reyes’ desk, and told him why Liz Harper wanted me to find Douglas. He listened without interrupting, leaning back in his chair with his big hands locked behind his head. I finished the story with what she had told me about the shooting.
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