Chapter 3

“Bill. We have an ID on the vic,” the second detective said from the apartment doorway. Sanders got up, telling Tony and Alan he’d be back in a few minutes.

“Do you think he believes me?” Tony asked Alan.

Alan smiled. “I think so. Your story is just crazy enough he probably figures no one would be dumb enough to make it up.”

“At least I have you to vouch for the fact I wasn’t on the elevator when the doors opened, couching over the dead body.”

Alan snorted. “I doubt even the stupidest killer would ride down with the person he’d just murdered.”

Tony got up, crossing the room to look out the window at the parking lot below him then up at the cloudy, blue sky. “If I’d moved faster. Called the police the minute I heard it…”

“It would still have been too late,” Alan said. “Those were probably the last words the guy said before he was stabbed. I’d say, from the fact no one else called the cops, nobody was home on the floor where it happened, to hear his cry for help.”