CHAPTER NINETEEN
“MS. NORTH?” WINSTON caught her outside her front door as she locked up to leave.
She stepped off the porch. “May I help you?”
“I’m Detective Winston Lewis, homicide. May I speak to you for a moment?”
“I was just heading out.” She pointed toward her car with her keys. “Is this about Autumn?”
“Yes.” He squinted from the sunlight. “It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Isn’t this Detective Wilks and Quarter’s case?” She gave him a once-over.
“I’m helping out.” He smiled. “Can we talk?”
She sighed, sliding her purse from her shoulder. “I only have a minute.” She sat on the green loveseat.
“I’d like to ask questions about LJ Witt.”
“LJ?” Her forehead puckered.
“He lived at Autumn’s before she moved in.” Winston pulled his pants up at the thighs and sat. “He was thirty-tw
