"Yes, we have the note, but it doesn't prove where you got the number."
"But I was in a motel room. How else could I obtain an unlisted number?"
"Realtors don't have unlisted numbers. You guys are going to have to do better than that." Goddard knew Kagan would attempt the standard maneuvers. Nevertheless, in the end Reid was going to remain essentially helpless in jail, while the State Attorney's Office used their considerable resources to prepare a case against him.
Later that evening, Ray snapped out of his miserable mood when the jail officer, bringing his supper tray, told him some woman came in to see him that afternoon. Exciting news for a lonely guy facing his third night in the lockup.
"Too bad it was after visiting hours," the officer said.
"Visitors, I can have visitors?"
"Yeah, you'll be cuffed while you're out of the cell, but sure, we take you up to the visiting room."
A visitor might be comforting. He could use a little comfort. Although the visitor most likely would be some official with a form to fill out or the bearer of more bad news. "Well, who was it? What did she look like?"
"Don't know, wasn't there. Some guy upstairs said she was a looker."
"A young looker or an old looker?"
"Didn't say."
His first visitor. Who would want to visit the town pariah? What he needed was a magical visitor, young or old, that could get him out of there. A young looker described Tammy who thought he was a nut, so it wouldn't be her. An old looker would be Loraine. He'd love to confront her, but she wouldn't dare show up.
Who else is there?"