CHAPTER NINE
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Winston asked the cleaning lady the next day. “You think CeCe Babbitt killed Prisha?”
“That’s what I said.” The stone-faced black woman smacked gum as she swept outside the Bay Bridge Boarding House. “I’d put my life on it.”
“Why?” Connie asked.
The woman stopped sweeping and exhaled. “That boy was in her face every time she turned around. He’d follow her to the laundry mat, follow her to the store. Everywhere she went...he was there.” She stuck her nose in the air. “He’s always lurking around and dipping behind corners. Shoot, one time I was cleaning, he was right behind me and I didn’t even know he was there. I asked him what the hell he wanted, and he just walked off. Crazy ass.”
Winston scratched the side of his neck.
“Prisha was planning on leavi
