“Never talked to him about it.” He scratched his stubbly face. He had broken out over his forehead and chin. “Garth knew that Adrianna was screwing around. And Adrianna knew that Garth was screwing around. And both of them were kinda jealous of the other one. Why they stayed together was a big question mark.”

“I heard Adrianna was giving Garth play money and that’s why he stuck with her.”

“Yeah, she gave him a couple hundred here and there.”

“What did he do with it?”

Reyburn shrugged “Took it to Vegas.”

“I heard he spent a lot more on women than on gambling.”

“Maybe. Garth liked his pussy.”

“So maybe that’s why he stayed with Adrianna. She gave him money.” When Greg’s eyes darted back and forth, Oliver said, “What is it?”

Reyburn threw up his hands. “You’re going to think I’ve been holding out on you…but I just thought of something. It could be that Adrianna wasn’t the only one giving Garth pocket change.”

“Go on.”

“I say it could be because I never really believed Garth.” Reyburn sighed. “So here’s the deal. Once when he was drunk, Garth told Aaron and me that he had a couple of cougars in Vegas that gave him money. Way more money than Adrianna. That’s why he went to Vegas so often.”

“Okay,” Oliver said. “Do these women have names?”

“He never told me names. He mentioned this only once, and when he was blotto, and that was like over a year ago. Aaron and I decided it was bullshit. I don’t know why I just thought of it…maybe because you said that Adrianna gave him money.”

Oliver said, “Did he tell you anything about the women?”

Again Reyburn ran his hands through his hair. “He told us that the women were like married to Mob guys, and when their husbands were away, he’d fuck them for money. We pressed him for details, but he said he couldn’t tell us any more. That it was all very secret, and if their husbands found out, he would be killed. That’s when we decided that the whole thing was crap. We could see Garth screwing women…we could see Garth screwing women who gave him money. But the whole Mob thing…I mean, c’mon! You’re a fucking radiology tech, Garth. Get over yourself.”

“So you didn’t believe him.”

“Not the Mob part. Garth said a lot of stupid stuff when he got drunk. He’d…embellish things. But who doesn’t say stupid stuff when you’re bombed.”

“Where’d you stay when you went to Las Vegas?”

“Garth went a lot more than we did. When we went together, we’d go to the Luxor or MGM. They were a little cheaper but still on the Strip.”

“And you have no idea who these women are?”

“I don’t know even if they’re real.”