Tony left out the part about the flash of white. The whole business with the pantsless raincoat runner sounded nutty enough. The addition of that one detail could be what tipped him from credible witness to fruitcake or even possible suspect. Besides, he couldn’t be sure of what he saw or if he even saw anything at all. It was dark and chaotic. There was rainwater in his eyes. Yes, he thought, he felt there had been that flash. But did he really know?
At one point during their conversation, Jackson put down the pen he’d been writing with and leaned in close. A bemused smile spread over his previously blank face and Tony felt himself twitch. Something wasn’t right here.

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