I have a lot of private correspondences on it. Client information . They'll be careful . No, they won't. Do me a favor, Muse. Inspect the computer yourself, okay?You trust me? I'm almost flattered . Okay, look, cards on the table, Myron said. I know I'm a good suspect . Really? Why? Because you were the last person who saw her? Because you're a single ex-jock who lives alone in his childhood home and picks up teenage girls at two in the morning? She shrugged. Why would you be a suspect?I didn't do it, Muse . She kept her eyes focused on the road . What is it? Myron asked . Tell me about the gas station . The . . . And then he saw it. Oh . Oh what?What do you have a surveillance video or the attendant's testimony?She said nothing . A imee got mad at me because she thought I'd tell her parents . Why would she think that?Because I kept asking her questions where she'd been, who she'd been with, what happened . A nd you'd promised to take her wherever she wanted, no questions asked . Right . So why were you reneging?I wasn't reneging . But?She didn't look right . How's that?She wasn't in a part of the city where kids would go to drink at that hour. She didn't look drunk. I didn't smell booze on her. She looked more upset than anything else. So I thought I'd try to find out why . A nd she didn't like that?Right. So at the gas station, Aimee jumped out of the car. She wouldn't get back in until I promised I wouldn't ask any more questions or tell her parents. She said Myron frowned, hating to betray this sort of confidence she said that there were problems at home . With Mom and Dad?Yes . What did you say?That that was normal . Man, Loren said, you are good. What other nuggets did you offer? 'Time heals all wounds'?Give me a break, Muse, will you?You're still my prime suspect, Myron . No, I'm not . She lowered her eyebrows. Excuse me?You're not this stupid. Neither am I . What's that supposed to mean?You've known about me since last night. So you made some calls. Who did you talk to?You mentioned Jake Courter earlier . You know him?Loren Muse nodded . A nd what did Sheriff Courter say about me?That in the tri-state area, you've caused more ass discomfort than hemorrhoids . But that I didn't do it, right?She said nothing . Come on, Muse. You know I couldn't be this stupid. Phone records, credit card charges, E-ZPass, an eyewitness at the gas station . . . it's overkill. Plus you know my story will pan out. The phone records show that Aimee called me first. That fits in with what I'm telling you . They drove in silence for a while. The car radio buzzed. Loren picked it up. Lance Banner said, I got a local with me.