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walls had been scrubbed. There were some dark reddish stains in the carpet, but the carpet was multicolored and they were hard to see.
    “It doesn’t look bad now it’s dried,” Wyland said.
    “But you don’t suspect homicide?” Laura asked.
    Det. Wyland shrugged. “The coroner said she had enough drugs in her system to kill her. All the flailing was consistent with that. Hard to believe, I know, but he’d seen it before.”
    Laura wondered who’d come up with the cocktail like that. Was it Aurora Johnson herself, or someone else?
    Sean Perrin?
    It was possible.
    Sean Perrin was a liar, after all. But the story he told, coming back with breakfast for himself and the woman he was on the run with, made sense. If he’d come back and seen her dead, looking bloody and beaten, he might have run. He said he was on the run with Aurora Johnson. He might have thought the people chasing them had caught up with them.
    If there were people chasing them.
    Aurora Johnson was Cedric Williams’ bottom girl. She would have been valuable in many ways. And she would have known a lot about his business.
    Maybe for once in his life, Sean Perrin had told the truth—at least about running away with Johnson.
    As they parted ways with Wyland, Laura glanced around and saw a Mexican place that advertised breakfast down the block.
    If Perrin was a congenital liar, he could have easily substituted the McDonald's for another restaurant. Why he’d lie about that, she couldn’t fathom. Maybe just out of habit.
    Who knew what labyrinth his thinking process ran through?
    They tried that place, but no one remembered Sean Perrin from two weeks ago. Why would they? Unless he engaged one of the servers in conversation and started lying.
    “There’s another one,” Anthony said. “Way down there, see?”
    This place, Arturo’s, boasted breakfasts Mexican and American style. A sign board out front proclaimed, Yes We Have Menudo!
    Laura glanced up and down the street at all the bars. “Good place for it,” she said.
    They had the photo blown up from his drivers license, and had shown it many times.
    But this time, they hit paydirt.
    The server, a skinny young girl with startling turquoise eyes, said the man had tipped her big, which was why she remembered him. He flirted with her, too.
    “Not in a bad way,” she said. “He was friendly.”
    “Did he eat here?”
    “Yes, he did. But he also bought some food for his girlfriend.”
    “His girlfriend? Can you remember exactly what he said?”
    She thought for a moment. “He said she liked to sleep in, but they had to get on the road and he wanted to wake her up. He ordered coffee and a breakfast burrito to go.”
    “Did he now?” Anthony smiled his most charming smile. “Did he say anything else?”
    “He said he had insomnia. He’d been up most of the night walking around.” She thought some more. “Oh, and he was on his way to a car race in Phoenix.”
    “What kind of race?”
    “NASCAR.”
    “In Phoenix?”
    “Yes. He said he was a driver. He even gave me his autograph on a menu.”
    “Do you have it here?”
    “It’s at home.”
    “You said he was up all night?”
    “That’s what he said.”
    Laura stared out the plate glass windows stretching across the front. Aurora might have been off drugs when she worked for Cedric Williams, but she’d obviously wasted no time getting back in the groove. At least that’s how it looked right now.
    As they walked outside, Anthony said, “My sister’s boyfriend watches NASCAR. He goes to Phoenix every year. In March .”
    “Might as well put a sign on the door to that motel room.”
    “Oh, yeah?”
    “‘Sean Perrin Was Here.’”

    They’d asked for Detective Wyland to copy them on the police report, as well as the coroner’s findings. He told them he’d send all the information by email. They were on the road to Flagstaff by four in the afternoon, and it was almost dark by the time they reached Enterprise Rent-A-Car.
    There