“I don’t know anything about that,” Maggie says, her tone cold. “My friend, to my knowledge, has never killed anyone.”

“I’m not saying you knew,” Nick says, “but I know I’ve smelled that scent before. It was in the alley, where I was being shot at.”

“Who is this person?” I ask. “The killer was a man in his twenties, sort of average looking.”

“A lot of people would meet that description,” Maggie points ...