“I was in the Havoc parking lot killing that pig, Colin Wood.” Ryan and Syd exchanged astonished look. Then Kathy Tuttle laughed. “Just kidding,” she said. “I was home, asleep like almost everyone else in L.A.” They were standing in the Tony Roma’s manager’s office. Kathy Tuttle was beautiful; jet black hair, blue eyes, sex appeal that sizzled through her low cut, tuxedo-style waitress uniform and an effusive personality. Ryan asked, “Can anyone confirm that?” “Sure, the guy who sits in this office, Cameron, the manager. We’ve been dating about six months.” Syd made a note to confirm the alibi. “We understand you got a check from Colin’s father for half a million dollars three years ago,” Syd said. “With all that money, why are you working as a waitress?” Kathy laughed. “Because the money’s gone. I spent every last penny and then some.” Kathy took a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, tapped one out. “You mind if I smoke?” She lit up without waiting for an answer, opened a desk drawer and pulled out an ashtray. “I was poor all my life and had this list of things I would buy myself if I ever hit the Lotto, which was stupid because I never even played the Lotto. Then Colin rapes me, and deep down I wanted to send that prick to jail, but then his father offered me all that money, and well, I sold out. Half a million dollars, I mean,”
