Richie had been found dead in his closed garage with the car engine running. A neighbor had called the police at around midnight, a little more than an hour after we saw him screaming at the guy in Glitter. “Pretty odd coincidence, huh?” Jared said. “Yeah.” But it struck me as a little more than coincidence. “You suppose…?” Jared asked, apparently reading my mind. “No idea,” I said. “But do me a favor, will you? Keep your ears open today and see if you can find out anything at all about that incident at Glitter last night.” “Will do. Now that I think of it, I saw a couple guys I know down on the floor right near where we saw Ritchie go into his number. I’ll see what I can come up with, and I’ll give you a call later, okay? Right now, I’ve got to get back to work.” “Thanks for the call, Jared,” I said. As soon as we hung up, I checked the paper I’d just bought—it was the early edition, so I went back downstairs to see what time the late edition arrived.
