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 ha…
