Thinking for a moment, he pressed the screen against the dead man's thumb. "There we go," he said cheerfully. He pulled out his own phone and took a few photos of the other screen before closing it, wiping it carefully and pushing it back into the dead man's pocket.
"The cops might need it to identify him."
"Should we…" I jerked my head upward.
"Call the police?" From the expression on Forrest's face, he understood my intention. If anyone was listening, pretending to stall would give us a couple of moments.
"I'll call them," Savannah said, pulling out her phone. "I get the feeling you're not sticking around."
"There's nothing we can do for him,” Forrest agreed. In a whisper he added, "Sable, stay here with Savannah. We're going to take a look around."
I wanted to argue, but I couldn't. It would be better if someone stayed with her, at least until the cops arrived.
"We'll wait back in the corridor," I said.
Forrest nodded and gestured to the others. Smiling as usual, Leif was right behind him.
Woody sighed before stomping after them.
CHAPTER 3
LEIF
"What are we doing?" Woody said behind us, quieter now.
Good, his stomping could have woken the dead. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be chased up stairs by a zombie with a knife in his chest, harboring resentment over whoever put it there.
"Walking up stairs." I grinned over at Woody.
"No shit." He glared back. "Whyare we doing this? Guy back there is dead. Whoever did it is long gone."
"Are you sure about that?" Forrest asked.
"I'd bet fifty bucks on it," he said, offering his hand to Forrest.
Forrest didn't take it. "He might have left the area, but he might have left a clue."
"Unless…" I said ominously.
"Unless what?" Woody asked, his expression even darker.
"Unless whoever killed that guy was a woman," I said.
They both rolled their eyes at me.
Fair call.
"You understood what I meant," Forrest said, with what sounded like rapidly diminishing patience. "Whoever did thathad to be strong enough to stab him in the chest and push him down the stairs."
"Even Woody could do that," I said, stepping away from him before he decided to demonstrate on me.
"Fuck off," Woody told me. "If anyone was here, they're gone now, after hearing you two blabber on.”
"I never blabber," I said. "Chit-chat, yes. Chin-wag, definitely. Blabber, absolutely not."
"You're not giving me a reason why I shouldn't pick you up and hurl you over the railing," Woody said.
"Don't hurl him over the railing," Forrest told him.