Chapter Six
Detective Derry stopped by the office the next day. Jergins was with him, looking sullen and officious.
“Things aren’t looking good for your client,” Derry said.
“Now what?”
“Garvey’s body was found in his apartment. A witness says Ms. Hayes was there that weekend, the weekend he was shot.”
That creepy neighbor of Schaeffer’s, I thought. “So?”
“Didn’t she have a protective order against this guy? Why would she want to see him?”
It was a fair question. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t prove she killed him.”
Derry took a deep breath. “I didn’t say it proved anything.”
“Maybe it was someone who looked like Melanie.”
“Anything’s possible. The witness identified her from a photo we found in her apartment.”
“You searched her place?”
He nodded. “Yesterday.”
He didn’t mention
