Marvin stayed at the service.
Unlike Max, he had no problem lingering for the food. A free meal was a free meal, and after the trip out here, he wasn't about to turn it down. Most of the guests had no idea who he was, just another man in a suit among the mourners.
But Abby's father knew.
He knew Marvin as the detective assigned to the ongoing case. He was also the one who had insisted on attending today.
Officially, Marvin had said it was to pay his respects. In truth, he wanted to see the people connected to Abby in their natural setting, who they spoke to, how they acted, and, most importantly, the ones he hadn't interviewed yet.
He hadn't expected much, maybe a few routine conversations. But instead, he'd hit what felt like the jackpot.
