Chapter 157

We need to know how long the wall is where the tub sat.

Hang on, Brody replied. It took a couple of minutes before he texted back, 6’2” from wall to the doorframe. Damned good thing it wasn’t along the back wall or we’d be screwed.

No kidding. Mike hung up and they took off, using Sage’s car so Mike could drive the truck when they got it.

“How are you going to find the guy who killed them?” Sage asked when they were headed to their favorite Sunday restaurant.

“I have no clue,” Mike admitted. “First I have to pull together any reports of deaths that meet the parameters. Since they’re undoubted filed as accidental or suicide, that’ll take some digging—and they will be because if there were any witnesses, theytrsquo;d have been classified as murders and Inrsquo;d have heard about it. rdquo;

“Then what? Send the ghostie boys out to wherever the victims died see if they can find their ghosts?”