“Not exactly original, though?” Pryce said. “I gotta say I’m disappointed. I would have expected better from you, Mr. Munro. Perhaps you’re losing your touch.”

Munro ignored the jibe. “You can clearly see Mr. Daniels has a more muscular build than the person on your security footage.”

Pryce shrugged. “Difficult to tell, what with the loose dark clothing. I guess it would be up to a grand jury to decide if it’s Mr. Daniels or not.”

Munro said, “Mr. Daniels rented the car on behalf of his employer. He handed over both the vehicle and the keys shortly after completing the rental. He then collected the car the following day from his employer and returned it to the rental company immediately. He says such tasks are commonplace in his role as a personal assistant.”

Medina snorted. “You don’t look much like the secretarial type to me, Nate.”

“I’m not office based. My duties are more practical.”

Medina said, “You mean you’re the hired muscle.”

Munro said, “Detective Medina, that’s quite enough.”

Daniels said, “I mean I do things like rent cars and drop them at my boss’s house like I’m told to, and I don’t ask any questions.”

There was a sharp rap on the door. A uniformed officer stuck his head into the room. “Apologies for interrupting,” he said. “Detective Pryce, there’s something you should see.”

Pryce stepped out into the corridor and closed the door behind him. The satin nickel nameplate on the officer’s breast pocket identified him as Joseph. The two silver chevrons on his sleeve told Pryce the man was an experienced officer. His hair was slick with rain, the uniform damp.

“What do you have for me, Officer Joseph?”

Joseph handed over a photo. “We found this in Nate Daniels’s car. It was tucked behind the driver’s side sun visor. We thought it might be important.”

“Thank you, Officer. If you come across anything else, let me know immediately.”

The uniform nodded and headed off down the corridor toward the exit. Pryce looked at the photo.

“Shit.”

He pulled out his cell phone, scrolled through the contacts list until he found the number he was looking for. He hit the call button. It went straight to voice mail. He left a message and ended the call. He slammed a hand into the wall.

“Shit.”

Pryce returned to the interview room and threw the photo on the table in front of Daniels.

“What the hell were you doing with this photo in your car?”

Pryce dropped back into his chair and stared hard at Daniels, who matched his stare and said nothing. The only sound in the small, claustrophobic room was the relentless downpour battering the roof outside.