Chapter 164

Mike approached her, asking gently, “Can I help you?”

“You’re a cop?”

“Yes, a detective.”

She chewed her lip, apparently debating if she should reply. Then, in a burst of words, she said, “I think I saw someone murdered. I’m sure I did. A friend of mine. Daw. He was thrown off a roof, and…” She stuttered to a stop.

Mike’s pulse quickened at Daw’s name. “I’d like to know more about what you saw,” he told her. “Why don’t you come inside with me and we’ll talk.” He smiled. “I promise, I don’t bite.”

She swallowed hard. “I…okay. He didn’t deserve that. He was good people.”

Mike almost agreed, before realizing there was no way he could admit he knew Daw. Somehow I don’t think she’ll believe I’ve communicated with his ghost.