CHAPTER 25
WHEN I GOT home, I called Mack, but she was in a restaurant, about to chow down on a steak dinner. Slacker. No doubt she’d be having Luke for dessert, so I wouldn’t get anything useful from her until tomorrow.
That meant I was reduced to doing my own searches at my kitchen counter while I ate instant noodles washed down with a bottle of beer. No, they didn’t go together, but I was too tired to cook and too edgy not to drink.
I found several blogs where DJ Steel had accused Ethan of plagiarism, but so far, they’d been overshadowed by all the stories on the murder. Bummer for him. What was he planning next?
After that, I googled the Ghost. What did the mainstream media have to say about him? Well, he didn’t get drunk, he didn’t flout the law, he didn’t fall out of clubs, and h
