“We never said that.”
“I know you do!” shouted Davidson. “D-don’t lie to me.”
“We’re just doing our job, investigating lots of things and people.”
“Wh-who else then?Huh? You’re lying. Nobody else. Nobody else.” He dipped his head.
“There’s Dennis Langley. You know about him, right?”
Davidson looked up once more. “L-Langley?”
“You met him, right? At the French bistro. You were there for Tyler’s birthday.”
Davidson slowly nodded. “Why him?”
“He was dating Julia.”
Davidson smiled. “H-he’s a shitty golfer. S-seen him play. Swings his club l-like a f-fucking a-axe.”
“I bet. Let’s go downstairs now and we can fill you in on our investigation.”
“Dad!”
They turned to see Tyler standing there drenched in sweat.
“T-Tyler?”
“Dad, what are you doing with that gun?”
“M-my gun.”
Tyler stepped forward. “Come on, Dad. Let’s go home. Where are your keys? I’ll drive you back. Come on. It’s late.”
He took the gun from him, and helped his father off the bed.
“Let’s go.”
White scooted forward and secured the gun.
As they half-carried Davidson down the stairs, Decker said, “How did you know he was here, Tyler?”
“I was riding my bike and saw his car parked on the side of the road about five hundred feet from the entrance. I figured he was here. He’d just walked around through the golf course side to avoid the gate.”
“Why wouldn’t he just drive through the gate?”
“I think his electronic pass was expired, or something,” Tyler replied, not looking at Decker.
“Expired?”
“Or something, look, I’m not really sure.”
The two of them got Davidson out to the rental car and loaded him in, as White got into the driver’s seat.
“We’ll drive you to his car and you can take him from there,” said Decker. “Where’s your bike?”
“It’s foldable, so I put it in the back of my dad’s car. He left it unlocked.”
“We can follow along if you need help getting him into the condo building.”