Chapter 8
Walker arrived at the apartment right behind a cruiser carrying the two uniformed officers he’d dispatched. They were first to the door, and an elderly black man with white hair opened it. He was in his pajamas, wearing a plaid red housecoat overtop.
“She’s upstairs in my apartment, fifth floor. Door’s open,” the man said.
The two officers started up the stairs.
“Just so you know, I didn’t touch her.”
That had Pruett turning to look at the man, who appeared worried.
“Don’t know what’s going on, but when I opened my apartment door after hearing a scream, she was standing there as naked as the day she was born. I tossed her a towel and let her wait in my place. She told me the police were coming. Just wanted you to know I didn’t touch her. I came down here and waited for you.
