"Well, where is he?" Harrigan asked.
"That little pipsqueak must've checked out!"
"When did you find out he was here?"
I did not want to answer that question. But I did.
"Yesterday morni...," he said, trailing off and not even finishing the words. "Randolph, I oughta run your ass in for aiding and abetting!"
"I got distracted, okay?"
"You got distracted, huh? And what was her name?"
I feigned offense at that remark.
"Her name? That hurts, Harrigan," I said as I started walking up to the motel's office.
"But since you asked, her name was Tiffany Cross."