We left Lucas sitting with James, the drunken man now passed out and snoring on his folded arms, the table before him shaking slightly as he snored in his inebriated stupor.

"I'll make sure he's okay," Lucas told us. "I'm sorry about this."

"You do realize he's our number one suspect." Crew didn't pull punches, did he?

But Lucas wasn't surprised while my mind still churned with possibilities. "I worried as much," he said. "And I have to admit when Mason ...