“Manny, let’s go have a talk.” Manny looked up, surprised. “Sure,” he said, and he followed Gil into an interrogation room. Manny eyed the manila file folder that Gil slapped on the table as he sat down. “What’s up, Gil?” he said as he took his seat across from Gil. “That’s what I’m wondering, Manny.” Gil opened the manila folder and started. “Yesterday you told me that you saw Hector Morales’s car in Oñate Park around four thirty P.M. on Monday. You said you saw a person in Morales’s car hand something out the window to someone in a Chevy that resembled Melissa Baca’s—is that correct, Manny?” “What’s this about, sir?” “That’s what we’re getting it. Is that what you said?” “Yeah, that’s what I said.” “You know what I can’t get, Manny. I can’t get why you’re lying to me.” Manny looked at the door as if he expected someone to walk in. In that instant, Gil knew for certain that Manny was lying. Gil hoped that Manny had just made an honest mistake.
