Chapter 143

“There’s this guy, another one of us. He couldn’t move on so I stuck around. That’s changed, but…It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” Daw said, his anger rising again.

“At least until they catch your killer.”

Daw shot him a disgusted look. “The cops don’t think there is one. Homeless guys don’t get murdered. Okay, some of us do, by punks who take a beating too far.” He stared morosely off into space. “We’re fair game to people who don’t like us around. That or we’re ignored, like we don’t exist. And then there’s the cops who do their best to hustle us out of sight. Wouldn’t want the good people of the city, or the tourists, to see us.”

“Hey, go easy on the police, okay. I was a cop. So’s the man who helped find out who killed me. I get where you’re coming from, but not all of us are like that.”