Chapter 3
The drive back to Spyros’ house was silent. Spyros sat huddled in the passenger seat, staring out the window. Michael decided not to break the silence; if he was honest, he didn’t know what to say. He had never seen someone he knew dead in such a way. Michael couldn’t begin to imagine how Spyros was feeling.
After dropping Spyros home and waiting for him to go inside, Michael headed back towards Level 2. Sitting around worrying about Spyros wasn’t going to help anyone, and Radhika’s home was going to be a crime scene for some time. He might as well see what he could do at the club where Radhika worked.
Maybe Spyros wasn’t the key. Maybe the club was. The first six victims had been in the club at some time. And Radhika had worked at the bar. She hadn’t been sexually assaulted a
