Chapter 4

“I know. Mike D’Agostino told me.” Abby grinned a little and pulled out a notebook—a paper thing, really old school. Did people still use paper? What about the trees and such?“Listen, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I won’t insult your intelligence and pretend you don’t know why we’re all here.”

Paige swallowed. “I know someone was killed.” She looked down at the bar for a second. “Do you mind if I clean up? The mess on the bar is making me antsy.”

Abby grimaced. She looked genuinely sympathetic. “I wish I could. The crime scene team is going to have to take all of your dirties from you. I hate that, personally, but it is what it is. The killer’s DNA might be in this room. I doubt it, for what it’s worth, but we have to make sure we cross all of our t’s and all that, or it creates a loophole for the killer when the district attorney brings him to trial.” She took a breath and pulled out her phone. “First things first. Do you know this man?”