Chapter 11

“Do you know anyone who would want to hurt you?” Michael asked. “Or kill you?”

“Not that I know of.” Spyros glowered at him. “It was just someone taking advantage of the snow. He didn’t win.”

“From the look of it, I beg to differ.” Michael began to pace. “I bet this is related to Radhika’s murder.”

Spyros sighed.

“Always a cop, aren’t you?”

“I have to think of the possibility, Spyros.”

“I never saw anything, so how could I be in danger?”

“You must’ve heard something, then.” Michael shot back. “You were on the phone. The killer must’ve seen your name on the caller ID and got spooked.”

Spyros snorted, reaching for a bottle of beer. He took a huge gulp.

“As if I didn’t have enough to worry about,” he grumbled.

Michael knew this was something they needed to carry on at the station. He spied a T-shirt on top of a pile of clean laundry on the armchair and snatched it up, tossing it at Spyros.

“Get dressed. You’re going to need to come into the station.”