Chapter XVII
One Step Forward...
The warrants went through and Sofia met Sara and Greg at the tiny gift-shop and office. Suffice to say that Mr. McQueen was not happy with the turn of events. "This is utterly ridiculous. You suspect someone here of killing these people?" Sara looked at him. "Sir, I'll need your jacket, please." He recoiled as if physically hurt. "I beg your pardon?" Sara didn't budge, "Your jacket, and our people will need access to your home. You can submit or we can have a warrant ready within the hour." He blinked owlishly, shock clear on his face. "You think I killed those people!"
Sofia handled the question well, "We're just investigating now...I suggest you cooperate."
Sara was inspecting the small outbuilding behind the main gift shop. Her flashlight revealed a few tools, but no tanks of neon. Sara frowned. A noise at the door made her spin around. The janitor stood there. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you...I just needed a mop." She nodded, "Yeah." She moved aside. "Allot of signs out here to take care of...you must be very skilled." The man, his shirt said Allen, shrugged, "I like the signs...my Mom always told me that they were the Angels of Vegas." Sara nodded, "That's a beautiful thing to say." The janitor nodded, "It is, isn't it..." He whistled a little tune as he went out. "Hope you find what you're looking for." He turned back and smiled at her, then he left.
Despite the near unbearable heat of the desert summer, Sara shivered...and was very glad the man had left.
Sofia frowned at Percival McQueen. He'd lawyered up very quickly and all his stuffed shirt of a lawyer said was, "You don't have to answer that." Catherine leaned on the table, "He needs to answer for himself. We have four dead people and evidence that points to you, Mr. McQueen." The lawyer scowled, "I've seen your so called evidence and until you get more, we're leaving." Catherine glared at him. "We have your records, your clothes, we'll find the evidence and your client will find himself on the wrong end of the needle."
Sara frowned at the records, "Damn. They keep all the neon out at the other site, the uh Boneyard." Warrick grinned, "Well I guess I'll go out there and look at some tanks." Sara nodded, "Sofia and Catherine are back at the office, getting more records...so make sure to call a uniform." Warrick grinned, "Yes, mother." Sara stuck out her tongue at him. "Smart ass."
Catherine and Sofia met at the Freemont Street offices. They stood there, watching the tourists looking at the signs of Old Vegas. Sofia shook her head, "I still don't get it, you know...the whole sign thing...they're just...signs...big flashing signs." Catherine shrugged, "I've lived her for a long time, but I still remember my first time coming down the strip." Sofia shrugged, "Sure, the first time...but it all fades into one big glow after a while..."
