“Psst.” Someone hissed from behind Detective Walsh as he left the nightclub. “You looking for that manager lady?”
An arm beckoned him down a dark alley. He followed cautiously. The figure led him inside a back door to a decrepit basement apartment, barely furnished. A single bare bulb lit the whole place.
“Sit.”
He sat in a lawn chair. “What do you know?”

“Look, if Trazelli finds out I spoke to you, I’m dead. I want secrecy, I want more than a promise, I want my name cleared.”

“Who are you?”
“Name’s Jenny Finch. I used to be a cook at Pine Ridge.”
“Well, Jenny, if you give me good news, I think I can clean up your record.”
“Mr. Trazelli came to the Agency once. To check on a child. She had already been adopted years before. Name’s Devon Light.”
“Why?”
“Her mom gave her up to keep Trazelli’s favor, but he stopped favoring her, so she said she’d go public. He killed her. Made it look all accidental. He prolly killed the manager to keep her quiet, now there’s a custody case for the girl. Petunia knew.”