Harsh red neon lit Lee's old room, blazing through the window from the flashing sign on a barroom across the street.
The smell of sweat and excrement filled the cramped room. Carver heard a scampering sound and spotted the pink tail of a rat disappearing through a hole in the baseboard.
So this was where Lee had been living. So this was where he had died.
As Carver pushed the door shut, Sister Mayhem--still disguised as Leonard--stood in the middle of the room and turned in a slow circle.
"The place has been well-cleaned," said Kay, "but no cleanup is ever perfect, is it?"
Carver pulled a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and tugged them on with a snap. "If they missed anything, we'll find it."
With that, the two investigative talents went to work. As Kay carefully searched t
