Hunter nodded. Andre said, “If we get with them soon, we might still finish our reports before midnight.”
“Ha-ha. I’m ready to go if you and Ariel are.”
Handley and his people were still busy when they left. Andre called the Miami detectives while Hunter drove, and they decided to meet at the warehouse.
Jesse Coda was outside the building when Hunter pulled into the parking area. Jason came out of the door, holding a camera with flash attachment. They waited until the others exited the vehicle and Jason said, “Man, somebody must have used a hundred gallons of Clorox in there. I’m dizzy just breathing the air.”
“I hear you,” Andre said.
Jesse said, “This place is owned by a couple in Miami Lakes, Andre and Kerlinè Dubervil. Told us it hasn’t been used for any business in years. They pay the taxes to keep it current, but have no immediate plans for the property.”
“Did you tell them what happened?” Hunter asked.
“We did.”
“And?”
“They leave the property open and unlocked so homeless people and vandals don’t break in. They have the property cleaned several times a year.”
“How about this time?”
“They said it wasn’t them.”
Jason asked Ariel, “You saw Ringo Bazin go in here that night?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see him inside?”
“It was crowded, and I did not.”
Jason said, “Well, it’s someone to question, at least.”
Ariel said, “The couple, they were Haitian, weren’t they.”
Jesse said, “Yes. Why?”
Ariel said, “Probably nothing.”
Hunter said, “Go ahead and say it. These guys won’t bite.”
Ariel said, “I wonder if they were here that night. In the crowd.”
“Why would you think that?” Jason asked.
“It is a feeling, nothing more.”
“Would you recognize them from a photo?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll see if I can get a picture. I’ll contact you in a day or two.” Ariel nodded.
Hunter said, “Andre also saw Jean Claude Villard’s car pass by several times the other day, so we’re going to check that angle out, too.”
Jesse said, “Let us know what you find.”
“Same here,” Andre said.