Chapitre 57: Chapter 57

I had one more stop to make before I headed to the parking garage to get the nondescript white pickup with the blue logo. I needed to pick up some things. I didn’t think whoever was after the kid would be stupid enough to leave the body—yeah, I had no doubt the kid was telling me the truth—but would they have enough time to clean up all the evidence?

The son of a bitch who’d murdered Delilah Carson thought he had, but he hadn’t. Luminol had revealed blood trace all over the headboard in my bedroom, as I’d suspected, and where the wall behind it joined the wood floor.

Of course I’d ditched the bed and made sure everything else was taken care of before I moved in.

I walked into Supply, and the guy behind the desk grinned broadly when he saw me.

“Hey, Mr. Vincent.” He rose and went behind the counter.