“Like a Navaho?”

“Like an Indian from India. Jain or Jains is an Indian name.”

Audi nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what he was. He was from India.”

Decker looked at the pink slip. “Can we get a copy of the pink slip and the invoice from your fax machine?”

“Sure.” As Audi copied the papers, Decker spoke to Eliza. “Jains owned the car for six weeks. And then he junked it on Saturday.”

“Saturday?”

“That’s what the invoice said.”

“If he owned the car for six weeks and junked it before Terry disappeared, do we even have the right car?”

“I don’t know. But I do know that Teresa McLaughlin moved out here six weeks ago,” Decker said. “We have the VIN number from the pink slip. That should help trace its history.”

Audi handed Eliza the copies. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually.” Decker pulled out a picture of Chris Donatti. “Ever see this guy before?”

Audi’s gaze shifted to the photograph then back to Decker’s face. “Tall guy about your size?”

Decker felt his heartbeat quicken. “Yep.”

“Yeah, he was here…looking older than the picture.”

“He is older than the picture. When was he here?”

“A day or two ago. He was poking around when I came into work.”

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t buy anything, didn’t sell me anything. Just looked around. When he left, he gave me a fifty for letting him hunt around.” He grinned. “Just peeled it off a big wad like he’d done it a thousand times before. I expected him to tell me to keep his visit between the two of us, but he didn’t say anything like that. Just gave me the fifty and said thanks.”

“How long was he here?”

“About an hour.”

“And he didn’t tell you anything about the purpose of his visit?” Eliza asked.

“Nope. Another weirdo, but I’m used to them.”

“If he comes again, can you give me a call?” Decker gave him his card and Eliza did likewise. “And unlike Mr. Donatti, I’m telling you to keep this visit between us. Don’t tell him that you’ve spoken to either Detective Slaughter or me.”

“Donatti?”

Decker nodded.

“Guy’s Italian?” Audi made a face. “He sure didn’t look Italian. Is he like a criminal Mafia guy or something?”

“Right now, he’s just a person of interest,” Eliza said.

“Interested in what?” Audi said. “The card says you’re from homicide.”

“That’s why you don’t tell him anything,” Decker said. “He might react funny.”

“Funny how?”

Decker made a finger gun and pulled an imaginary trigger.

“So he’s dangerous?”

“Especially when riled. And right now, knowing what I know, I’d say he’s pretty worked up.”

“MANDY’S NOT WORKING today.”