But instead of looking at him, she focused on arranging the plates and adding salt to her food.“It looks good,” she said.Holt laughed and crossed the room to take a seat across from her. “You really are hungry when hotel food looks good.”Alex smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed now that there was a table in between them. “I suppose you’re right.” She popped a fry in her mouth and was surprised how good it tasted. “It’s hard to mess up a burger, though.”“Some still manage.”Alex nodded. “So?” she said, now that the small talk about food was out of the way.Holt finished his bite of burger, then took a big drink of soda. “‘So’ is the question.”“I don’t understand how the man who killed Bobby wasn’t in the system. I doubt he’s a rogue banker or accountant. If he was a career criminal, why no record of him?”“Maybe he’s very careful.”“But he pawned the guitar? That doesn’t sound very careful.”“No, but based on the conversation I overheard, the guy that got away was pulling the strings.
