Chapter 21

Michael did as Barnet suggested, including taking them into Carolyn’s domain, which took up the back quarter of the building. It served as her sewing area and the laundry room, with a small fridge and a table for the coffeemaker next to the back door leading out to the alley.

“Company?” Carolyn asked as she hung up the costume she’d been working on.

“This is Reid,” Michael replied.

“The infamous reporter.” Carolyn grinned, holding out her hand, which Reid shook while admitting he was.

“And this is Mr. Barnet,” Michael told her.

Carolyn eyed him. “You’re a cop. Why are you here? Before you deny it, my dad was one. I can spot you guys in an instant.” She turned to Michael. “Why’s he here?”

“Well…” Michael sucked in a breath.

“It has to do with that woman’s murder, doesn’t it?” she said. “The killer saw you and now the cops are protecting you. A bit late, but still.”

“Sort of.” Michael got a nod from Barnet, so he explained to her what was going on.