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“Did the police look into Bo?”
That made her chuckle. “Are you kidding? With all that evidence pointing to Joey? They always wanted to nail The Toe—and now a murder case was being served up on a silver platter. I don’t even think they cared if Joey did it or not. But one thing was for sure—they weren’t going to muddy the waters by looking into other suspects.”
That made sense.
“Ever since Bo testified, the Turants have been scouring the planet for him. And they’ve gotten nowhere. Bo vanished without a trace, without anyone following up, without a single clue. I’d given up. And then, after all these years, you come along—”
“That doesn’t mean he had anything to do with your son’s murder. Maybe Bo is dead too. Like you said. Maybe Joey got revenge—”
“No. If Joey murdered Bo, why would he be so obsessed with finding him? He’d already know where he was.”
Good point.
“Maybe it’s like you said before,” Myron tried. “Bo was scared. His boyfriend gets murdered. He testifies against the killer. Maybe Bo thinks he’s next.”
“Maybe. Okay, sure, I doubt it, but who knows? It’s possible. And when we find him, Bo can explain all that. But either way, you, Myron, gave us the first big clue in a long time.”
“That being?”
“Greg Downing.”
“I’m not following.”
“Bo’s a good-looking kid. My top dancer for a while. Sexy as all hell. But—how to put this—Bo’s belt doesn’t go through all the loops, if you know what I mean. He’s not that smart or resourceful, certainly not enough to pull off murdering my son and framing someone like Joey the Toe for it.” She leaned forward now. “But if someone like Greg Downing was in the picture, if Greg fell in love with those six-pack abs and that tight little ass…”
Win sat in the empty prison visiting room across from Joey the Toe.
“Jazz is your cousin,” Win said to him. “That’s why I let him live.”
Joey sat with his arms crossed. He wasn’t cuffed or manacled. There were no barriers between them. It was long past closing hours, but that didn’t matter with Joey the Toe. He ran the place.
“So you let him live,” Joey said with a shrug. “Is that supposed to mean I owe you a favor?”
“It does not. You sent men after my friend.”
“Clearly not my best men.”
“I would hope not.”
“I should have sent more.”
“I don’t think it would have changed the outcome,” Win said.
“No, I guess not. You had a locator on Bolitar’s phone.”
“Yes.”
“But we moved his phone.”
“There’s one on his watch too.”
Joey the Toe shook his head. “How did my morons miss that?”
“There was also the car.”
“What about it?”
“Your guys drove my friend in the limo driver’s SUV. The limo company tracks all its cars.”
