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“Their finances diverge like the education,” Eve continued. “Chris pulls in about four times what his brother makes. But Devon stood as his brother’s best man, is godfather to one son. Interesting bit. Before Roarke bought the property, Devon was looking to secure a loan to buy it himself.”
“I can’t have it, I’ll kill everybody in it, in a really spectacular way. Then maybe I can get it cheap?” Peabody pursed her lips. “It could play.”
“Let’s go try it out. Look busy,” Eve added, “a little harried.”
“I already do.”
“Play it soft, sympathetic.”
Peabody sighed. “What else is new?”
Eve breezed into Interview where Devon sat at the table, hands clasped together. A long-sleeved black tee fit snug over his chest.
“Record on. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Peabody, Detective Delia, entering Interview with Lester, Devon, on the matter of Case Number H-3597-D. Mr. Lester, thanks for coming in.”
“I’m glad to do it, to do anything I can.”
“We’re recording this follow-up. As you can imagine, we’re taking statements and follow-ups from a lot of people.” She sat, rubbed the back of her neck as if it troubled her. “When we have people in like this, we routinely read them their rights. It’s for your protection, and it keeps everything clean.”
He paled a little under the explosion of red dreads, but nodded. “Sure. Okay.”
She read off the Revised Miranda. “So, do you understand your rights and obligations?”
“Yeah, sure. I keep thinking about my guys. D.B. and Evie, and all of them. Drew’s still in a coma. Is there any more you can tell me? Anything?”
“We’re shifting through a lot of evidence, Mr. Lester.”
“Devon, okay? I know you’re doing everything you can, but all those people … We went to see the rest of the crew, Quirk and me. He’s been a rock, but it was the worst thing I’ve ever done, and I couldn’t tell them why or how. I couldn’t really tell them anything.”
“It’s hard,” Peabody said gently, “to lose someone, then to be the one responsible for telling others they’ve lost someone, too.”
“I didn’t know how hard. Every time we told one of the guys, it was like it happened all over again.”
“Let’s try to sort it out,” Eve began. “You know the setup better than anyone.”
“Yeah, well, D.B. had it down. Really the whole crew.”
“Still, you’re the manager.”
“I don’t know how I can go back there. I don’t know how anyone can. I don’t know what Roarke’s going to do with the place now.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t know what anybody’s going to do.”
“Why don’t you take me through the routine? Who opens, who closes, who has access to what.”
“Okay.” He took a long breath. “Either D.B. or me are there. Either of us could open or close, or both depending.”
“No one else?”
“We were the only ones with the codes. Well, I mean Roarke would have them, and Bidot. But on the day-to-day, just me and D.B. One of us would be the first one in, last one out. You check the drawer. We don’t do much cash business, but you gotta keep some. You check the night’s receipts. The office isn’t locked, but nobody goes in but me or D.B. And the comp and drawer are locked, and passcoded. That’s SOP. You gotta check supplies,” he continued, moving through the opening procedure, then through the closing.
“Could D.B. have lent his codes to anyone?”
“No way. No way he’d do that.”
“And you?”
“Lieutenant. Ma’am. A manager’s got to be responsible. Trustworthy. You can’t play fast and loose and keep your job. I trust my crew, but nobody but me and D.B. could open or close, or access the receipts.”
“You didn’t share that information, not with your partner, your brother?”
