Chapter 5

“Hey,” Dan said, obviously picking up on why Tony was frowning. “Stop thinking about it.”

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t see a dead body where you live.”

“Do cockroaches count?”

“Dan…” Tony sighed, paying for the beer the waiter handed him, then taking a drink. “What’s really scary is the fact I don’t know if whoever killed him was still around. I mean, while I was trying to find out if anyone else had heard the poor guy beg for his life. And what if the killer lives in the building?”

“I’m sure the cops are checking that out,” Greg said. “After all, whoever did it must have been covered with blood. Right? His clothes and his shoes at least. All they have to do is look for bloody footprints.”

Tony nodded. That made sense, unless…“If he planned the killing, he would have come prepared with fresh shoes, or taken the bloody ones off as he left the elevator.”