We all cringed when Maley opened the crumbled paper found with the body and tasted some of the crumbs.
He walked away, phone against face. I could see him nodding. In a few minutes he came back.
“Our Fast Food Killer made a mistake this time,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“The perp was at Deckards at 7:30 PM last night. We have him on security camera and a license number. Quick look up, and bingo.”
“You got that from a crumb?”
“He used a McDonald’s mustard. I was there at 7:30 and saw it. Taste confirmed. It’s our man.”
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