She shrugged. “I sometimes hang around the restaurants on Banyon.” She managed a grin. “Or you can check the roofs. Or not,” she added. “I haven’t been up on them since…since…” She bit her lip. “Do you need me for anything more?”
“No. Thank you for trusting me enough to talk to me.”
Nodding, she got up. “You have a nice face.”
He chuckled as he stood, too, to escort her downstairs. “So I’ve been told. You take care and be careful.”
“Plan on it,” she replied.
The last he saw of Jamie was her hurrying down the street once she left the building. At the corner of the block, she stopped, turned back, and gave him a small wave.
He waved back, and then returned to his desk to call Sage.
* * * *
“Here’s what I have so far,” Mike said when he, Sage, and the ghostie boys plus two were assembled in the carriage house living room that evening. “First, though, Daw, did you know a girl named Jamie?”
Daw nodded, saying, “Nice kid. She’s had a rough life and is scared of men. Why?”