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“He was actually a nice guy. Not too much in the upstairs, if you catch my drift. But he helped out around here. Assisted some of the other residents. But for the drug stuff, he would have been okay. I’m actually sorry he’s dead.”
“So you let him stay here even though he was into drugs?” asked Jamison.
The man shrugged. “Hell, lady, if that were the case,I wouldn’t be able to rent to about half the people in Baronville, including my own mother, and she’s in her late seventies.”
“Anybody ever visit him here?” asked Decker.
“Not really. I don’t think he had many friends.”
“Did you see him shortly before he went missing?”
“Truth is, I hadn’t seen Mike since he left here.”
“Did he have any enemies?”asked Jamison.
“Not so’s I know. But he sold drugs, so he might have.”
“Did he have a car?”
“No. But he had a bike. He took it with him when he left.”
“Do you know what it looked like?” asked Decker.
“Yeah, it had two wheels.”
They walked out of the place not knowing much more than when they’d walked in.
Jamison leaned againstthe side of their truck and said, “Well, this case is moving about as fast as a bikewithouttwo wheels.”
Decker looked over her shoulder. “You really can see it from just about everywhere in Baronville. Must be a sore point for the locals.”
Jamison looked at where he was indicating.
“John Baron’s ancestral estate?”
“And our next stop.” Decker checked hiswatch. “He should be up by now.”
