Chapter Twenty-three
My brain exploded.
Was the case that I’d ignored actually the link I’d been looking for in the past few days? My eyes focused on Harold’s mouth as he spoke.
“About a week after the reported murder-suicide of the married couple, I heard about the fate of a young woman of the night who was found dead.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “A young girl, actually, sir – soon to turn seventeen, she was to be!” I heard the emotion in Harold’s voice. “I had an encounter with two women late one evening on a street near here. I was in the shadows, so to speak, when an older woman met another woman as they waited on the street. The older woman began to recount an event about a girl she had worked with. The dead girl’s street name was Cherry Pie, aka Silvia Valentine.”
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