In self-defense, to be sure, but it was still a murder. Or would that be manslaughter? John had come running to her rescue and had killed the man. Would there be legal consequences for him? He was just starting out in a new business. Had her problems reached out to blight his life? “I can swear that he was wearing a black leather jacket and tan pants exactly like what the dead man is wearing. He had a big gun with a barrel on the end of it. It looked like the silencers they show in the movies. He walked several times in front of the window and I could see him and the gun silhouetted against the light. But I didn’t get a good look at his face. He was stumbling around a lot, looking at his feet. He was finding it hard to orient himself in the room. It’s got an unusual layout, as I said, and it’s Feng Shui.” Bud’s pencil froze over the pad. John stopped his perusal of the room and turned to stare at her. The techs, two on their knees, looked up. “It’s…what?” Bud asked.
