CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cash was perched on one of several large rocks lining the side of the road while Linda chatted on her cell to the side and Rey waved to someone in the distance. I peered over and saw Jimmy C paying a cab driver.
Surprised, I stepped beside Rey. “What’s he doing here?”
“You don’t think he’d miss this, do you?”
Dressed in a flamingo-print short-sleeved shirt and black flat-front shorts, he slung his messenger bag over one shoulder and shuffled over. “I can’t believe it! I got a call about another victim! Who is it? What did I miss?”
“Whoa!” Rey pressed a palm to his forehead. “Where’s the fire?”
“Over there,” Jimmy C pointed. “Getting ready to be taken to the morgue.”
“How you feelin’?”
He looked at Rey solemnly. “Better than that body did before it became a dead o
