Gray was looking over a proposal for a new app one of his programmers wanted to make when the police came looking for him. They worked faster than he thought. He would have figured the corpse identification would take longer, let alone finding the phone records.
"Good morning, detectives. What can I do for you?" he asked mildly as they walked into his office and sat down after flashing their badges.
"We wanted to ask you a few questions about Lacy Knighton."
It was imperative that he kept his cool. Playing dumb was his best bet at this point.
"What about her?"
"How about we start with how you know her," the female detective said.
He shrugged. "We have a mutual friend of sorts. I recognized her while getting myself a drink at a bar sometime last April and we hit it off."
