From the peephole, Tony spied a woman he’d never seen before. She was thirtyish with wavy blond hair and smooth, fair skin. She dressed professionally – white shirt, navy slacks – but not well enough to be a lawyer from the prosecutor’s office. She didn’t have the look of a cop. Curious, Tony unlocked the door and cracked it open, leaving the chain latch in place.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she answered. “Are you Tony Lang?”
“Sure,” Tony said. What the hell, it was too early in the morning to bother with a farce.
“I heard you had quite a night last night, Tony.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Want to tell me about it?”
Tony arched an eyebrow. “Who the hell are you?”
“K.J. Smith,” the woman answered. “I’m a reporter with the News-Journal. I was hoping we could talk.”