“Anything?” Brody asked, going into the office in what had been the carriage house kitchen.
Van looked up from his laptop, shrugging. “Damned all. There was one short item, probably filler, two weeks ago about the body of a young homeless man found in an alley. The police determined he’d fallen from the roof of a five-story department store.”
“Did it list the address?”
“No, but it gave the store’s name. I looked it up. It’s four blocks from where Daw died.”
The others had come in by that time. Jon said, “Maybe we should check it out? For all we know the poor guy’s still hanging around, if he thinks he can’t leave.”
“Like I would be, if Brody hadn’t shown up,” Daw said.
“It’s worth a try,” Brody agreed. He thanked Van when he brought up the earth view on a map site so they’d know wher
