“Our witness says you were loud and a little off the hinge that night,” DeMarco said. “Had something been bothering you?”
“No. And I don’t recall being loud and out of control.”
“Had you been drinking?”
“A bit, yes.”
“We have it on good authority that you left that group and went somewhere else,” Kate said. “Could you give us a timeline of events after you left the Larry’s Lanes parking lot?”
“I can. And I have a few people that could back me up if…”
He paused here, sat down in a ratty old recliner, and looked at both women as if they had just hurt his feelings.
“Something wrong, Mr. Griles?” DeMarco asked.
“You do think I’m a suspect.”
“An older man who is known for trying to impress younger girls just admitted to hanging out with a recent murder victim on the night she died,” DeMarco said. “Yes. Any agent worth a damn would question you. So give us that timeline.”
He plucked the cigarette from the ashtray, took a drag, and settled into the chair. “I left the bowling alley with a buddy of mine, Gary. We went to Esther’s for a couple of drinks and some buffalo wings. After that, we went to a house party for a while.”