CHAPTER SEVEN
FOUR DAYS LATER
A lanky, average-height man with translucent skin, peeked out the room at the Bay Bridge Boarding House. “May I help you?” His dull-green eyes scanned Winston and then protruded out their sockets when he saw Connie. “Hello.” He widened the door, his gaze falling upon her.
“We’re Detectives Winston Lewis and Connie Wilks.” Winston flashed his badge to the man. “Homicide. Are you CeCe Babbitt?”
He stepped out the door, barefoot in wrinkled jeans and a faded, gray T-shirt. “You’re the detectives on Prisha’s case.”
Winston put away his badge. “We’d like to speak to you for a moment if that’s okay.”
CeCe wiggled his skinny, pink toes against the threshold. “Am I in trouble?”
Connie smiled. “We need to clarify something and we’d appreciate your cooperation.”
