“Yeah.”

“So you took the car with Primo Ekerling’s body in the trunk of the car and called up Geraldo Perry—”

“No, first I call up Gerry and then I took the car.”

Decker said, “Yes. Sorry. First you called up Gerry using someone’s cell at the Bitty Bit party and told him you had a Mercedes-Benz with a body in the trunk that you had to get rid of and you were going to pick him up.”

“I didn’t know there was no body in the trunk. Just that I had to dump the whip.”

“Whose phone did you use?” Garrett asked.

“Wha?”

“You said you called up Gerry at the Bitty Bit party. Whose phone did you use?”

“I don’t remember. Some ho.” He seemed annoyed by the question.

Decker said, “So you picked up Gerry and you two are riding around with Primo Ekerling in the trunk of the car and…then what happened?”

“We take the whip to Jonas Park to leave it there. But once we there, there ain’t no one to get a hike from. So Gerry sez we got the Benzene, let’s cruise and have some fun. And I figure, the man is dead, it don’t make no difference now.”

Travis Martel had just contradicted himself with the admission that he knew about the dead man in the trunk.

“…we take the whip back to the Bitty Bit party, but by then it was almost two in the morning and all the food’s gone and all the liquor’s gone and Gerry…” He leaned forward. “See, we be riding around for over two hours, so Gerry’s hungry and tells me he’s in the mood for pancakes. So we get back into the whip and ride around until Gerry sees Mel’s. So he sez, ‘How ’bout Mel’s?’”

“Gerry’s hungry and says how about Mel’s?”

“Zackly,” Martel said. “So we dump the car ’bout a few blocks from Mel’s. We still don’t got no hike home since we left the car a few blocks away, so I call up Rudy on the number he gave me. But I musta copied it wrong cuz it ain’t working.”

“Maybe he gave you a wrong number on purpose,” Garrett said.

“Yeah, I thought about that.”

“So you’re stuck without a ride home. What happened next?”