Chapter 9

Tony, on the other hand, avoided the whole thing. Not that he planned on remaining single for the rest of his life, but he had too many other things to worry about—like keeping a roof over his head. His writing did that, but all it would take would be a down turn in the economy, or a raise in his rent, and he might be in trouble.

That thought was on his mind as he started making lunch, a week after the murder. He’d run into the building manager on Saturday and as they chatted while Tony got his mail, the man had said that three tenants, elderly ones, had terminated their leases because of the murder.

“They don’t feel safe here,” the manager had said. “Not that I can blame them, even though Thorne was just a kid.”

Tony had smiled at that. To the manager, who was in his late fifties, twenty-something probably did seem young.

“Don’t worry, I’m not moving,” Tony had replied. “I like it here. Maybe when they move out we’ll get some younger people renting their places.”