“You think you saw this woman?” Alice crouched beside the drunk, holding the photo of Dani close to his bloodshot eyes.
Matt closed his senses to the rotting garbage the man sat in, to the filth that coated his body. All that mattered was what he knew.
“Yeah, she was running. Woke me up.”
Matt didn’t blame him for sounding aggrieved. Waking up couldn’t be pleasant when your home was an alley behind a trash bin. “How long ago?”
“Mebbe an hour. Mebbe longer.”
Alice looked at Matt. “It was probably less than that. Hasn’t been an hour since we got here and we were practically on her heels.”
“How long she stay in the alley?” Matt asked.
“She start walking, then someone grab her—“
“What—a”
“I hear him yell, she clips him a good one, then books out of here, rubbing her eyes like crazy. H
