Chapter 142

Men piled out of both of them, the EMTs hurrying to examine the remains.

“Dead as a doornail,” the male EMT stated, as if it wouldn’t be obvious if he hadn’t pointed it out.

“Looks like he must have fallen from up there,” one of the cops said, pointing.

“What was your first clue?” Daw muttered, not expecting a reply. He didn’t get one.

“My bet is, at this hour, no one saw it happen,” the cop continued. “The guy who called it in probably saw the body and did his civic duty before taking off.”

“A homeless lady over there might have,” Daw said, even though he knew they wouldn’t hear him. Besides which, she was long gone from what he could tell.

By then, the EMTs were putting his body onto a stretcher, which they shoved into the back of the ambulance. “We’ll drop this off at the morgue,” one of them told the cops.