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“Like what?”

“That detail about what brand of bourbon they drank.”

“Does that make it more or less true to you?” Jeremy asked.

“It feels like an odd detail. But the part about Bo switching the glasses…”

“So that Jordan Kravat got the spiked drink?”

Myron nodded. “Like out of a movie. Then the stuff about him muttering ‘bye, bye, toe.’”

“So you think she’s lying?”

“Or was lied to,” Myron said.

Jeremy looked off in thought, and when he did, something in his expression echoed Myron’s own. You don’t see yourself too often, but this man in front of him had never felt more like his own flesh and blood.

“What?” Myron asked.

“If we believe what Bo told Grace, then Jordan Kravat was abusing him and forcing him into committing crimes.”

“Right.”

“To the point where Bo was willing to become an informant to get out from under. You still with me?”

Myron tried to keep the tears from his eyes. He got that way when he was emotional. His eyes welled up. Here he was, talking over a case with his son, talking to him in a way he never had, and every part of him felt overwhelmed.

“I’m with you,” he managed.

“So maybe the answer is far simpler,” Jeremy said. “Maybe Bo killed Jordan Kravat. Maybe he planned it or maybe it was spur of the moment or even self-defense.”

Myron nodded. “And then Bo makes up the whole story about switching bourbons and leaving the scene. It would also explain why he’d testify against Joey Turant.”

“One hole,” Jeremy said.

Myron arched an eyebrow. “Only one?”

Jeremy smiled at that. “If Bo was the killer, how did Joe Turant’s DNA end up at the crime scene?”

The waiter came by to take their order. Both opted for the hand-cut pastrami sandwich with cups of tomato soup.

“I just realized something else,” Jeremy said when he left.

“What’s that?”

“This is the most time we’ve spent together in a while.”

In ever, Myron wanted to add, but he kept that thought to himself. “I guess that’s true.”

“Myron?”

“What?”

“Don’t get emotional on me.”

Myron waved his hand. “Who me?”

They both said nothing for a moment. Jeremy broke the silence.

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