6 Chapter 6

“What’s going on, Archie?” Preston asked him.

“You’ve met?” It was odd seeing this stranger speaking to people I knew, like he knew them, too.

“Sure. I know Archie, Captain Becker. Archie, like on Riverdale.”

I likely would have said Bunker, after the character on my father’s favorite TV show from the seventies. Damn. Suddenly, I felt forty-five going on ancient and irrelevant.

“Are you the victim of a crime, Archie?” Preston inquired.

“Yes. No. Maybe.”

I tried to calm him with a smile. “Can we narrow it down to two?”

“I’m not sure.” He held my gaze. “You’re back.”

“I am. Now, tell me what happened.”

Archie chewed on his lip, and his fingers moved, as if he was playing an imaginary piano. “I think someone tried to push me in front of Ralph Roe’s garbage truck.”