“You have keys for each apartment?”
“Yeah, so as I can get in to do repairs. But I don’t go into people’s apartments without permission.”
The hell he didn’t.
If he thought he could get Reagan to agree to move, he’d have her out of here by the end of the day. But Reagan didn’t deal that well with change. It was partly why he was taking things slow between them. Why he’d kept his touches light. Why he hadn’t pushed her up against the wall and ravished her.
Slow and steady would win the race.
And she was worth the effort.
But while Donald might be dodgy as hell and a creep, Tiny didn’t think he was Reagan’s stalker. He didn’t have the intellect to mess with Reagan so carefully. Just moving a few things around wouldn’t occur to a guy like this. It wouldn’t seem like much of a threat.
He’d keep an eye on him, but his gut told him it wasn’t this guy. That didn’t mean her intruder hadn’t accessed the key through Donald.
“Who else has access?” Tiny demanded.
“Nobody. The keys are all locked away. Look, you can come see.”
Tiny followed him into the apartment, it was just as messy as the last time he’d been in here, although now a musty smell lingered. McDonald moved to a cupboard mounted on the wall. He reached above the cupboard and pulled down a key, unlocking it. Tiny nearly groaned. That was the worst place to keep a key.
“See, they’re all here,” McDonald said proudly. “Now, what’s this about?”
Like he was going to tell him. “Anyone been in here lately?”
“I’ve been away,” McDonald said triumphantly. “So, you ain’t got no reason to accuse me of anything.”
“Before that.”
“Now, I don’t think…” McDonald gulped as Tiny glared at him. “Just a few bitches, you know how it is.”
No, Tiny didn’t.
“Prostitutes?” Who else would sleep with this guy?
“So what if they were?” McDonald whined.
“No one else?”
McDonald scratched his crotch. Jesus, he was disgusting. “There was a guy here checking my cable. Had problems with it.”
“He go to any other apartments?”
“No.”
Didn’t mean he couldn’t have accessed the keys somehow.
“Pretty sure he was legit. He had ID and everything.”
“Name?”
He was back to scratching his crotch. Tiny wondered if it helped him concentrate. Dear God.
“Think it was Michael something. Worked for AT&T.”
“Description?”
McDonald shrugged. “Middle-aged. Dark hair. Glasses. Just looked like your average cable guy. Why do you wanna know?”