Chapter 6
“Do you know what happened to the guy who used to live here?”
I looked at the woman standing in the doorway of my old apartment as I pulled my keys from my pocket. She was dressed entirely in black and, as Matt had previously described her, looked like a plump, modern-day version of Morticia from the Addams Family. Her long black hair was parted down the center and her skin was a ghostly shade of white. Although I wasn’t sure of her age, I suspected she was in her early to mid-twenties.
“He moved,” I told her.
“Good,” she said. “I didn’t like him anyway. He and his boyfriend were always giving me dirty looks.”
I noticed the disgust in her voice when she said “boyfriend.”
“I’m Laurel Coe, by the way,” she said, extending a pale hand to me.
“Brian Daly,” I said, giving her i
