After Little D left, I made a list. Find Tina and find out her whereabouts that night. Get the copies of the DVD to the police. But first, I had to find another place to stay. I wouldn’t sleep a wink in my apartment, knowing Diesel had broken in with such ease.
I glanced at my watch. My downstairs neighbor, Russell Burke, would still be up at 8:00. I took the stairs two at a time.
Russell answered the door wrapped in a royal blue velour robe, clutching his evening drink. Bitsy, his Scottish terrier (‘Scottish terror’ as I like to call her) yapped at his feet.
“You might have noticed the, um, commotion a few hours ago.”
“I was out earlier, having dinner with a friend.” He peered at me. “What the hell happened to your face?”
I raised my hand to touch my cheek, recoiling at the pain shoo
