“Then let's eat. I’m starving.”
Margot decided that eating first was the way to go since Mal could get kind of edgy when he hadn’t eaten in a while. She left the food with him and went to the vending machine by the front desk and picked up a couple of Cokes. When she got back, Mal had eaten half his burrito.
Mal waited until they both finished eating before he asked, “How was Trixie?”
“You say that like you know her.”
Mal shrugged. “We’ve met.”
Margot decided not to tell him about kicking in the door and threatening to break Trixie’s arm. The last thing she wanted was to be judged by a guy who could acquire illegal weapons in less than an afternoon.
“She didn’t know much, but he definitely had a patient and he drove a black Chrysler 300.”
“Is that a sedan? On the large side?”
“Yeah.”
“Four-door?”
“Yeah.”
Mal smiled. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Could be our car. Matches the description.”
Margot took that in and then asked, “Just out of curiosity, did you take any pictures of Lefty’s parking lot?”
“You mean some shots of Katrina’s car with Lefty’s neon sign flashing in the background to establish she was there?”
“Yeah.”
“Of course I did,” Mal replied, sounding a little bit offended she had asked. “Didn’t you look at them? I emailed them all to you last night before everything went crazy.”
“Sorry, I haven’t checked. I don’t know if you noticed, but things got a little crazy today too.”
“Fair. When I get dragged in for questioning in a murder investigation I sometimes forget to check my email too. It doesn’t matter anyway; her mystery date didn’t drive a Chrysler 300. I would have noticed.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of the Chrysler being there.”
“You think he was stalking her?”
“He didn’t show up at her house until after she got home.”
“True, but we don’t know if he came by earlier.”
“Still, might be worth a look.”
Mal pulled his phone from his front pocket and pulled up the pictures from the night before. Margot sat next to him so she could see them.
“No Chrysler in this one,” Mal told her. “Doesn’t mean he wasn’t there. He could be on the other end of the lot or parked across the street.”
“Where were you?”
“Across the street, but I was inside for a while, so he could have parked without me knowing it.”
“It was a long shot.”