“Jesus,” the other man whispered. He was a little older than Tony, wearing a brown shirt, with his name and a plumbing company logo on the pocket.
“He was fixing some things in my kitchen,” Alan explained when Tony hung up. He smiled grimly. “The police are going to start wondering why you and I keep showing up at the murder scene.”
“Maybe because we live here?” Tony replied. He went over to Anna, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“No.” She shuddered. “Not at all. I was going to go to the grocery store. I think…” She cast a quick glance at the body. “I think I’m going to go back inside and sit down.”
“All right. I’ll tell the police where you are, since they’re going to want to talk to you.”
She nodded before going to her apartment at the end of the hall. At the same time, two patrol officers appeared.
“Not you, again,” Officer Davis said, coming over to Tony and Alan while his partner checked the body.
“I’m afraid so,” Alan replied ruefully.