”Asthma attack.”
“What?” Nick asked, taking the file folder from Jerry Nimmo, the medical examiner.
A few days had passed without new information. Nick and Hsu had tried their best to get someone to give them a lead out on the streets, but no one had heard of Sketch, Applebox, or Ayida Weddo — or if they did, they weren’t saying so. Forno had been cooperative, so they’d decided not to hold him on the possession charge. Veli got smart and lawyered up. Even the over-worked court-appointed attorney could see they had nothing to hold him on. He was gone too. His alibi had come through that morning. He’d slept on Alvarado on the edge of MacArthur park. In full view of an ATM camera. How convenient.
Nick had spent most of the previous day looking into honey guys online. Hsu thought the farmer
