“Sunrise Court,” said Petra, thumbing through her Thomas Guide.
Wil took his penlight out of his mouth. “I know it, one of the walk streets.” He was outside the stand, recording the details of the Zhukanov crime scene.
“Which direction?” she said.
“North, five, six blocks.”
The license number and Samuel Ganzer's name hadn't impressed him. “Could be Zhukanov's boss, a customer. Zhukanov could've recorded the license for a check authorization.”
“Could be,” said Petra, having only instinct to back her up. She closed the map book. “So you'll stay here, keep Zhukanov company?”
“Sure. Maybe he'll teach me Russian.”