“Yes,” I say nervously. “I just saw a woman being lured out of the bar. She was drugged, I think. I followed the couple and saw them through the window of a basement apartment around the corner. The man was stabbing her.”

  “What?!” Elise cries out.

  “Please, everyone stay calm,” Officer Diaz interjects. “Ms. Saffron, we’re going to need you to show us exactly where you witnessed the crime.”

  “Okay,” I say weakly. “Just let me get my coat.”

  I go over to the sofa where I stowed my stuff and grab it quickly, ignoring the curious looks Tim and Dave throw my way.

  “I’m coming with you,” Elise insists, wrapping a scarf over her blazer. Hearing that...

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