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“His name is Jimmy Hughes. When they got back from a run, Jimmy jumped all over Pete, calling him stupid and saying that if ‘that’ happened again, he would report Pete to the office.”
“You don’t know what the argument was about?” Jon asked, pressing.
“No, and when I tried to talk to Pete about it, he told me it was nothing and not to worry about it.”
“Did anything else happen?”
The man shook his head. “No. I watched Pete and Jimmy after that, but whatever their differences were, they seemed to patch it up.”
“Thanks.”
The man shrugged and walked away.
Before Jon could talk to Dave, the armored car they’d been waiting for drove up. The team of four men piled out of the vehicle.
“I could eat your and my lunch,” one of the men on the team commented.
They walked up the steps and greeted the other men.
“It looks like a funeral in here. What’s wrong?” the hungry man commented.
Jon stepped forward. “Detective Sandoval and I are here to talk to you about Pete Burkstrom.”
None of the team members who’d just arrived looked happy or willing to talk.
Jon and Dave each took an employee aside and started questioning them.
A few minutes later, Jon studied Jimmy Hughes. “Did you like Peter Burkstrom?”
Jimmy glanced at one of his teammates, who was talking to Dave.
Jon didn’t push him. The man had something to say, and he needed the space to say it.
“No.” Jimmy looked down at his hands.
“You wanted him dead?”
Jimmy’s head jerked up. “No. He was killed in a robbery gone bad.”
“Maybe not.”
The color drained from Jimmy’s face. “You blowing smoke?”
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