We pull into the club parking lot. It's a nice place. Not a dive like some I been in. It's too early for a doorman. Frankie and I walk in, take a seat at the bar. The bartender don't look old enough to serve booze. I think to check her ID, but I don't. Maybe it's just me.
I order a drink - a bottle of water. It's the same brand as the one that killed the woman. I ask Vecchio for the batch number of the tainted bottle. She pulls the number from her picture memory. They match.
I tell Vecchio the killer screwed up. Didn't expect her to take the water home. Wanted her to die where she was ... like the others.
Frankie thinks it's a stretch.
Now I want to know who gave it to her, but the bartender says they sell a couple hundred waters a night. We interview the staff, talk to the manager.
Manager says she's got video.
I order a drink - a bottle of water. It's the same brand as the one that killed the woman. I ask Vecchio for the batch number of the tainted bottle. She pulls the number from her picture memory. They match.
I tell Vecchio the killer screwed up. Didn't expect her to take the water home. Wanted her to die where she was ... like the others.
Frankie thinks it's a stretch.
Now I want to know who gave it to her, but the bartender says they sell a couple hundred waters a night. We interview the staff, talk to the manager.
Manager says she's got video.
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