Chapter 10

“I mean his spirit, Robbie,” Curtis said gently. “I feel his presence. It got me looking into his case and I saw it’s still unsolved.”

“Yes. But you aren’t a detective, you’re a writer.”

“I know, but I’m still interested. Something about the case, about Aaron, about you—”

“Me?”

“This whole matter. I want to help Aaron.”

Robbie shook his head. “I don’t understand. Aaron is dead.”

“I know that, believe me. I feel he needs peace. I know he does.” Curtis sighed and looked away. “I can’t explain it.”

“On that we can both agree. Look, Mr. Macintyre—”

“Curtis, please.”

“I really don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t know who killed Aaron. I wish I did so the son of a bitch can rot in jail for the rest of his life. I don’t know anything other than the man I loved more than life was taken from me five years ago.”

“Robbie.” Curtis took hold of his hand and stared hard at Robbie. “Trust me. I know it’s hard to understand, but please. I need you.”