“Yeah, well, OK. But who else is
going to do it?”
“Me.” Colin wasn’t smiling. His expression was perfectly sincere. And completely serious.
“Well, let’s tell you what we found out,” said Luigi firmly. “Cody, tell him about how you saw the killer.”
“Lou and I were having brekker on Smith Street at a pavement café when I
saw him. He was walking along the
pavement.”
“How sure are you that it was him?”
“I …. Pretty sure. I got to know
his face pretty well.” Cody stopped and
swallowed. “Yeah. But … when he was … you know … he looked
different. So I’m not 100% sure. The guy
on Brunswick Street looked so …. normal.
Ordinary. But when …. then … he
looked mental. There was ... Jesus!
His eyes were … fucking terrifying.”
“Did he see you?”
“No.” Cody was quite sure of that.
“Good. With any luck he doesn’t
know you’re here.”
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