After waiting for a while, during which The Drew made a triangle football out of a flyer about a company picnic and the two of you thumped it back and forth (you lost, 4 - 2, by the way), Maybe Phil finally comes back in with Jason Walraven.
Walraven is a good looking guy. A little rugged, with some stubble which looks damn near painted on, and boots--the work variety with steel toes in them. Molly Minter, according to her sister, is thirty, but Walraven looks to be at least forty, maybe forty-five.
He smiles a question at you both, and everyone begins to shake hands as Maybe Phil helps kill the elephant in the room. "Jason, Drew here is helping find Molly Minter. You know Molly, don't you? Her sister is worried about her, and well, I told The Drew that anything Sterling Tires can do to help one of our own." Maybe Phil nods back and forth between you and offers on his way out, "Molly's a good girl. Great employee. Anything. Anything we can do."
After Maybe Phil leaves, Walraven spreads his arms wide and shakes his head. "I wish I could help. I really do. The sister of this girl, Maggie?"
The Drew chews on his pen and narrows his eyes. "Margaret," he barks.
You lean over the table between them. "M-Molly," you say softly. "It's actually Molly."
The Drew leans toward you and whispers, "Was he trying to name the sister? Cause her name's Margaret."
You shake your head and cover your mouth, whispering back, "No, I think he talking about Molly, but he called her--"
Walraven interrupts you, "Look, either way. Molly, Maggie, Margaret. Whatever. I barely knew her. She wasn't under my management. Worked near my group. I saw her, but never talked to her other than to maybe say hello."
The Drew made notes. "So you weren't having an affair with Molly Minter?"
Walraven sucked at his lips in anger, but regained composure quickly. "Absolutely not. I love my wife. I've got two kids. And I'd sure as hell appreciate it if you didn't spread that bullshit around."
You soften the tone in the room. "Is there any chance you gave her a ride home one night? Maybe last Friday?"
Walraven chuckles. "No. I told you. I don't fucking know her." He leans back in his chair and looks at the ceiling. "Last Friday?" He springs up. "Shit. Last Friday I gave Scott Easterling a ride home. Ask him. He'll tell you. There's no way I could've left with this girl the way her sister claims I did without Scott seeing her."
The Drew nods. "We will. What about the weekend? What did you do last weekend?"
Walraven stares him down. "I was at home. With my wife. I worked in the yard most of the weekend."
"And we can ask her? She'll confirm that?" The Drew asks.
Walraven sighs. "I'd rather you not. But yeah. Of course she'll confirm that." He gets up to leave. "I gotta get back to work," he tosses back on his way out the door.
Walraven is a good looking guy. A little rugged, with some stubble which looks damn near painted on, and boots--the work variety with steel toes in them. Molly Minter, according to her sister, is thirty, but Walraven looks to be at least forty, maybe forty-five.
He smiles a question at you both, and everyone begins to shake hands as Maybe Phil helps kill the elephant in the room. "Jason, Drew here is helping find Molly Minter. You know Molly, don't you? Her sister is worried about her, and well, I told The Drew that anything Sterling Tires can do to help one of our own." Maybe Phil nods back and forth between you and offers on his way out, "Molly's a good girl. Great employee. Anything. Anything we can do."
After Maybe Phil leaves, Walraven spreads his arms wide and shakes his head. "I wish I could help. I really do. The sister of this girl, Maggie?"
The Drew chews on his pen and narrows his eyes. "Margaret," he barks.
You lean over the table between them. "M-Molly," you say softly. "It's actually Molly."
The Drew leans toward you and whispers, "Was he trying to name the sister? Cause her name's Margaret."
You shake your head and cover your mouth, whispering back, "No, I think he talking about Molly, but he called her--"
Walraven interrupts you, "Look, either way. Molly, Maggie, Margaret. Whatever. I barely knew her. She wasn't under my management. Worked near my group. I saw her, but never talked to her other than to maybe say hello."
The Drew made notes. "So you weren't having an affair with Molly Minter?"
Walraven sucked at his lips in anger, but regained composure quickly. "Absolutely not. I love my wife. I've got two kids. And I'd sure as hell appreciate it if you didn't spread that bullshit around."
You soften the tone in the room. "Is there any chance you gave her a ride home one night? Maybe last Friday?"
Walraven chuckles. "No. I told you. I don't fucking know her." He leans back in his chair and looks at the ceiling. "Last Friday?" He springs up. "Shit. Last Friday I gave Scott Easterling a ride home. Ask him. He'll tell you. There's no way I could've left with this girl the way her sister claims I did without Scott seeing her."
The Drew nods. "We will. What about the weekend? What did you do last weekend?"
Walraven stares him down. "I was at home. With my wife. I worked in the yard most of the weekend."
"And we can ask her? She'll confirm that?" The Drew asks.
Walraven sighs. "I'd rather you not. But yeah. Of course she'll confirm that." He gets up to leave. "I gotta get back to work," he tosses back on his way out the door.