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"I’rabbed a slice, and took a seat "Tell us about Riley"

Ethan sat down beside ot his own slice My heart leapt happily when he skipped the plate and fork, opted only for a napkin I’d rubbed a little of the shine off of him, and that was fine by me

"It’s not Riley," Mallory said "In the grave, I mean Very round"

"Then who the hell is it?" Ethan asked

"Not Riley," Mallory said with a grin, a long string of cheese stretching between the pie and the second slice of pizza she’d lifted from it

"Turns out Mickey Riley had a very distinctive feature" Catcher held up a hand, all the fingers curled down except his little finger "He was ht hand Butcher in the 19th Ward cut it off during a disagreerave had all ten fingers On the upside, it did have so you’ll find fae on his phone, handed it to round of silver that I suspected was an autopsy table sat a pair of old-fashioned spectacles with small, round lenses

"These look like the sahost who attacked us in the tunnel" I looked up at Catcher, handed the phone to Ethan "So our ghost, whoever he as in Mickey Riley’s grave"

I was relieved that one of the pieces had fallen into place--if still concerned about the who and the why

"If not Riley, did the forensics tea to?" Ethan asked

"No," Catcher said "There’s no identifying information with the remains and no entleman is older than Riley based on the condition of the bones, the glasses, the fabric Have you looked up the ht’s site?" Catcher asked "Maybe his and Riley’s records were reversed"

I sed a mouthful of pizza, adjusted the tablet on the conference table, headed for the ceotten there yet"

"She was overcome by spicy meats," Ethan offered

"That’s what she said," Mallory er, leaving slightly greasy ot very lucky very quickly; the nue

"And Tony Lapharave number two," I announced

But a quick (and equally greasy) ie search confirmed he wasn’t the man we’d seen in the tunnel Lapham was enormous Over two hundred pounds and, by the look of it, all of it muscle, with a thick neck and ruddy complexion

"That name sounds familiar," Catcher said

"It should" I handed him the tablet "He was one of Dean O’Banion’sat the screen over Catcher’s shoulder "Who’s that?"