“How are you going to find the guy who killed them?” Sage asked when they were headed to their favorite Sunday restaurant.
“I have no clue,” Mike admitted. “First I have to pull together any reports of deaths that meet the parameters. Since they’re undoubted filed as accidental or suicide, that’ll take some digging—and they will be because if there were any witnesses, they’d have been classified as murders and I’d have heard about it.”
“Then what? Send the ghostie boys out to wherever the victims died see if they can find their ghosts?”
“Do you have a better suggestion?”
Sage shook his head. “I could do it, I suppose, but it might take forever. Even if one of them was hanging around, convincing them I want to help could be iffy. You know as well as I do homeless men aren’t big on trust.”
“For sure they wouldn’t be if they were murdered,” Mike agreed. “I’ll see what I can find tomorrow, if I get a chance to look, and we’ll take it from there.”