Hancock said jokingly, only clearly he wasn’t, “Oh, hey, thanks, man, I didn’t realize any of that shit. This sucker is basically solved.”
“I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job, okay?”
“Sure sounded like it to me. And you really work out at four a.m.?”
“Yeah, at the high school football field over there. Only time I’ve really got to do it.”
“Okay, and FYI, the guard makes rounds. He’s not in the lobby all the time.”
Yeah, that I know, thought Devine. “And the security card and cameras?”
“Killer could have stayed in the building all night.”
“You can do a head count on the video of people coming and going.”
“Too many people and too much confusion and bad camera angles to rule everybody out. And that includes you.”
“I came home the night before. My roommates can tell you that.” At least he hoped they could. “And to get back in the building, my security card would be needed. There’d be a record. And I’d be on film.”
“Like you were last night. Around eleven or so?”
“I forgot my phone. I went back for it. The guard saw me leave.”
“Yes, he did.”
“And?” said Devine.
“And nothing, unless you want to add to it.”
“I don’t.”
“You knew Sara Ewes?” asked Hancock.
“I already told you I did!”
“Don’t get all worked up, Devine. See, the thing is, I think you knew her better than you let on.”
Devine stopped walking again. “Based on what?”
“Did you?” asked Hancock.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘better than you let on.’ ”
“Were you dating her? Did you have sex with her?”
“Should I get a lawyer?” asked Devine.
“Do you think you need one?”
“This is America. Everybody needs a lawyer at some point.”
Hancock looked displeased by the response. “If you won’t answer the question, it makes me suspicious and it makes you look guilty.”
“Even if I was dating her or had sex with her, why would that be a motive for murder?”
“Oldest motive in the book. Spurned lover.”
“So now I’m a spurned lover? You should write novels.”