“A little before ten. I asked her where she was working tonight and she said St. Tim’s. I told her I was working at a site right near there. I asked for her phone number and suggested lunch or dinner.”

“What’d she say?”

“She asked me for my phone number instead. I didn’t think twice about that. Lotta women check out guys before they go out with them. So I gave her my business card. It had my cell number and my e-mail address. But I remember very clearly writing down the address of where I was working…to show her I really was working close to St. Tim’s and not giving her a line.”

“You wrote down the address of the Grossmans’ house?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“We found her purse, Chuck. We didn’t find any of your cards in it.”

Tinsley’s face turned white. Decker waited him out.

“My card was in her coat pocket when I found her. I took it out.”

Decker stared at him. “Do you still have the card?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You think?”

“It’s in the nightstand of my bedroom. I’ll get it for you.” Tinsley spoke intensely. “Don’t you get it, Lieutenant? Someone found my card in her purse or pocket and hung her up on my construction site to frame me.”

No pun intended, Decker thought to himself. “That’s a possibility.”

“It’s what happened! Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to murder someone, then put her somewhere that was connected to me. I’d have to be a moron.”

The jails were filled with stupid criminals. Decker said, “You know that when you removed the card, you tampered with material evidence.”

“I knew that if the cops found it, it looked bad for me.”

“It does look bad for you right now, Chuck.”

“Look, I admitted to removing the card. Would I be stupid enough to leave a body where I was working? I’ll answer that. The answer is no. Someone left the card in her pocket to make me look bad.”

“Could be. Because right now, the focus is on you.”

“Lieutenant, I swear she left the bar alive and that was the last time I saw her until I found her body at the construction site.”

“Let’s backtrack a little bit. What did you do after Adrianna left?”

“I talked to Em…to Crystal for a little bit. Then I talked to some chick named Lucy. No chemistry there. I left Garage’s at about eleven, and went straight home. I don’t remember what I did. I usually go to bed between twelve and one.”

“You live alone?”

“Unfortunately I do.”

“So tell me about the next day. Monday, the day you found the body. What time did you wake up?”