Daniels shrugged. “It’s not a crime having photos of pretty girls, is it? Why you getting so hot and bothered anyway? You hot for her or something?”

“Were you following her?”

He shrugged again. “So what if I was?”

Munro placed a hand on Daniels’s arm, indicating he should stop talking. Daniels leaned over and whispered in the lawyer’s ear.

Munro nodded.

“It was another job for my boss,” Daniels said. “I was asked to keep tabs on someone in Eagle Rock for a few days. Turns out, this time it was a cute little blonde.” He grinned. “Not exactly the toughest gig I’ve ever been given.”

“What do you mean ‘keep tabs’?”

“Exactly what I said. See where she went, who she spoke to, what she did. Then report back to the boss.”

“Why were you told to tail her?” Pryce asked. “What’s the significance of this woman?”

“I already told you. I don’t get paid to ask questions.”

“You said ‘this time.’ There were others?”

Daniels smiled. “Maybe.”

“This boss of yours ever ask you to tail Amy Ong?”

Daniels’s eyes flicked to the photo of the college student. He shook his head, but the smug smile faltered ever so slightly. “I already told you I never seen her before. I ain’t got nothing to do with no murder.”

“Did you kill Amy Ong last Saturday night?” Pryce asked.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah? What time did she bite it?”

Daniels made a grab for the printouts with the date stamps. The smile returned, even bigger this time. He leaned over and whispered in Munro’s ear again. The lawyer broke into a smile of his own.

Munro said, “It would appear my client has a cast-iron alibi for the time of the murder. Mr. Daniels was at the gym last Saturday night.”

Medina said, “You seriously expect us to believe you were pumping iron on a Saturday night? What kind of loser spends a Saturday night at the gym?”

Daniels pulled up his T-shirt and jabbed a finger at his six-pack. “You wanna look like this? You have to put the work in. You should try it. Get rid of that middle-aged spread you got going on there, pal.”

Medina said, “I think I’ll stick to spending my Saturday nights in the company of beautiful women and vodka martinis rather than sweaty jocks grunting and groaning. But hey, whatever floats your boat, pal.”

Munro consulted his watch again. “This is all very entertaining, but I would like to wrap things up now, if you don’t mind. Mr. Daniels informs me the gym has a membership swipe-entry system and security cameras in the foyer and the gym area itself, so that should be enough verification of the alibi he has provided.”

Medina said, “We’ll need the name and address of the gym.”

Daniels gave him the details.

“I’ll go check it out right now.”