Jamie closed his eyes, and Dillon wondered if he was remembering the pictures he’d seen at the police station. Opening them again, he said, “You were the one who found him?”
Mitch nodded. “Yeah, and from the looks of it, the killer hadn’t been gone long. If I’d gotten home about fifteen minutes sooner, there would have been two bodies lying on that porch.”
Dillon was horrified. “What did you do?”
“The only thing I could do. I made a run for it. I more or less flew upstairs, grabbed what cash I’d saved, then made a break for it before the cops got there. At least Burke had no objections to us owning our own cars. In fact, he liked it because he didn’t have to arrange a ride for us back and forth between jobs.
All of the other boys were still out on their runs, so no one saw me. I hoppe
