“You look fine to me. Besides, you don’t have a choice. You’ll be wearing that until you move on.”
“Like you.”
Brody rolled his eyes. “Yeah. If I’d known what was going to happen I might have worn something better than worn jeans and a muscle shirt.” He chortled. “At least I wasn’t wearing my jeans a couple of sizes too large, so they sagged.”
Jon snorted out a laugh. “Yeah. That would have been the last straw, having to wear them until the end. If you were, I’d have to take a picture of you. You’d look that bad.” He patted his pocket, where he’d always kept this phone before remembering he didn’t have it. And couldn’t use it if I did. I wonder why whoever killed me wanted it and not the money. Then there’s my laptop, which is missing, too.
“You know,” he said in a burst of insight. “The guy who killed me must have gotten into my place, either before or after he killed me.”
“Since your laptop’s missing? Yeah. My bet it was before. He might have hesitated going in after.”