Chapter 12

“This is Kord. My par…we’re working together on a case,” Doyle said before he fell down that particular rabbit hole again.

“Well, work hard, this one’s a keeper.” She turned then turned back. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” Kord said. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Now ain’t you sweet. That galoot didn’t even bother to introduce us.” She smiled at Kord. “I’m Judy. You’re welcome at my station any time, doll face.”

“So what’s next, hot shot?” Kord asked as Judy left to get their coffees.

Doyle flipped open the file he’d brought with them. “Looks like we can either tackle the few witnesses they listed or the victims. I mean, eventually we’ve gotta do both anyway. So, which do you wanna start with?”

“The witnesses. How many are we talking about?”

“Actually they only listed five. The attacks all took place in the wee hours. But still, you’d think there’d have been a few others coming and going from the clubs.”