CHAPTER SIXTEEN“When was this, exactly?” I asked.
Irma licked her lips. “It was early in the afternoon. I heard this crash. Seemed like it might have come from Gilbert’s place, so I thought maybe he came back. But no one answered when I knocked. I figured maybe I was mistaken and the noise came from another apartment. So I went back to my place. A few minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps sounding like they’re coming from the other side of the wall.”
She leaned in close, like an old girlfriend sharing a confidence. “So I opened the door just a wee, little crack. I heard Gilbert’s door open and close and saw this big man walk by. He looked like the mean sort, too.”
“Can you describe him?”
“He was quite tall and muscular, with greasy, long blonde hair in a ponytail. His face was scarred
