Chamberlain
“What got you in there?” Chamberlain asked Reilly as they moved from the store towards their cars.
“That guy. I dunno. There’s just something about him. About his story. You know? I didn’t like it.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t like it?”
“Something felt off.”
“You didn’t hear much of it. Why’d you get so worked up when he said the guy was massive like you? It was just description.”
Reilly’s reply was lost in the creak of his car door opening.
“What was that?”
“I said, it just felt like the guy was hiding something, trying to shift the focus to something else.”
Chamberlain rolled his eyes, “Jesus, kid, how you go from him hiding something to him accusing you, I will not understand. Let’s head back to the station and write it up.”
“You got it.”
“Hey!”
“Yeah?”
“Any idea why Levesque, a robbery and this date would have any significance?”
“Not a clue.”
