“I see what you mean,” Tony said. K.J. bailed on him, Jackson seemed on guard, and he still had no clue what led to the night before. He was having one hell of a day.
Jackson, in what was becoming typical Jackson fashion, made Tony wait again. He wanted Tony on hand when Detective Huber finished with Niccoldi to see if the good professor had omitted something important. As it turned out, he had not. That did Tony little good, however. By the time the police were done with him and he was able to return to the Marriott, he’d missed lunch by a long shot.