“No. If some dude was bothering her, she didn’t tell him. And before you ask, Gulf Vista’s HR woman denied that Jazmin filed any kind of a complaint. But I got the impression that nobody at that hotel filed any complaints. It wasn’t that kind of corporate culture, if you get my drift.”

“Lutrisha told me that another employee, a guy named Larry Boone, was coming on to her, grabbing her and making lewd comments. She said it ended after she sprayed him in the face with Windex. Did you guys happen to check him out?”

Rae was focused on the baseball field again. “Come on, Dez,” she yelled. “Let’s see some hustle out there.” She turned to Drue. “This is his first game with his new travel team. He needs to make an impression on the coach or else spend the season riding the bench.

“Larry Boone?” she asked, turning back to the subject at hand. “The engineering guy? Yeah, we talked to him. We talked to all the male employees. If I remember right, Boone got off work at eleven that night.”

“The same time Jazmin was supposed to get off,” Drue said. “What did Boone tell you?”

“He lives way up in Hernando County, so he had about an hour commute to get home.”

“Did anybody confirm his whereabouts?”

“At the time, he was separated from his wife, living alone in a double-wide trailer on his brother’s property on the river up there.”

Drue felt a blip of excitement. “So he didn’t have any proof that he was home. He could have been at the hotel.”

“But he’d clocked out. And at the time we didn’t have a witness who could place him there.” A half-smile played across her lips. “That’s good info about Boone. We’ll definitely take another look at him.”

“Lutrisha said the housekeepers all called him Scary Larry,” Drue said. “I looked him up online. He works at an Ace Hardware store up in Brooksville.”

Hernandez scribbled something in pencil on the margins of her scorebook.

“You said you talked to all the male employees who were working that night,” Drue said. “Did you also interview hotel guests?”

“We interviewed as many as we could round up,” Rae said. “It was a real shit show. There’d been a convention of Shriners. Half of ’em were hungover, the other half just wanted to check out and get back to Peoria or wherever the hell they were from. But we never really believed this was a stranger-to-stranger killing anyway.”

“Why’s that?” Drue asked.