Chapter 6Howard Winston paid for his daughter's apartment. He also provided her with a monthly stipend. With the packet of information, he had given me was the lock code for the apartment. The building wasn't in the most expensive area of the city. It was a decent place, though. The sort of building that had a lot of families. Dyami and I got out of the cab and entered through the lobby. The first two floors housed a gym, a small restaurant, and a couple other stores. We took the elevator up. Dyami and I barely fit inside together. I almost had him wait, but he was eager to see the apartment and find more clues.
At the fourth floor, the elevator stopped, and the door opened. An elderly woman stepped back in shock when presented with Dyami's wrinkled visage.
"Greetings," Dyami said.
"I,
