News of the murder hadn’t made it on TV yet, but they were finding out somehow. The cops held them all for questioning, lining them up in the hall downstairs. Several stood there crying in each other’s arms, but I couldn’t tell if it was over the loss of their sugar daddy, fear of being outed or genuine grief at the death of that demented old Japanese pervert. Adam was desperate to learn Endo’s current address. One of the cops found his car tags stuffed into the garbage can behind the garage. His Camaro was registered to a Wayne Endo at Michi’s address. Other than Dave, nobody in the house would admit to knowing him. It was going to take all night to get any information. Meanwhile Billet and Wiley showed up to wave their egos around and make things infinitely worse. I asked Adam for a ride home. He couldn’t leave yet, of course, but I was so tired I didn’t care. He wanted to call me a cab and put me up at a hotel, but I didn’t want a hotel, I just wanted to go back to my apartment.
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