Chapter 97: Marty – Michael

But all we get are blank looks.

The latest tray of coffee perched atop the car, James muses. "Perhaps the issue is simply the time of the day? If this Marty works very late hours, she's not likely to be around so early in the morning. And it could be we're asking the wrong people to... Ah..." His gaze slants over my shoulder and up. "Tall, dark-haired, olive-skinned?"

I follow his gaze. Marty's standing in the doorway looking down a set of stone steps. Arms folded, scowling at me, she looks less than happy.

"Yup, that's her." I approach the steps, speaking up to the girl. "Marty, my apologies, but I need to talk with you. And right now."

"What are you doing here?" Alarm widens her eyes. "I've been watching you from my window. You must have followed me home from the club. And you've been loitering there for at least an hour."

"You were followed, yes, but not by me. I'm here because..."