They’d left word for the chief of Narcotics in the Las Vegas U.S. Attorney’s Office to call them about Vegas Bo. “I’m starting to think Susan was right,” Papo said. “We’re wasting our time. The guy’s never gonna call us back today. It’s Sunday.” “He’s lazy.” “Either that, or we’re stupid.” “If that damn phone company witness wasn’t late, at least we’d have something to do while we wait,” Melanie remarked. Jennifer Lamont tapped on the office door. “Sorry to interrupt. Is it okay if I come in?” “You’re not interrupting,” Melanie said. “Take a load off,” Papo said, removing his big feet in their scuffed motorcycle boots from the chair next to his. Jennifer sat down. She cast her eyes downward, which made her look even younger than she was. “Melanie, you said if I had questions, I should just ask. Hope you don’t mind.” “Of course not.” “I’m trying to understand the facts better. Who’s this new witness I heard you talking about in there?”
