Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I'm dead."

She held up my palm. "I saw this on the news earlier. A woman was killed by a car. She had this on her cell phone. It was found by the police along with her identification card and driver's license."

I gazed at the object before me. "It's a dead body."

"Take it home and study it for clues. Maybe the killer left fingerprints on the phone. Maybe the print leads to something else. You never know. It was lucky you found it when you did."

I shrugged. "Do you have to tell me? I could live without knowing any of this."

"The murder happened in a car with a lot of damage. If anyone can find something, it'll be you." She waved and crossed to another car, where she spoke with someone in the back of an unmarked vehicle. She nodded and then stepped inside the car. The black sedan pulled away. I stepped back against a wall, looking up.

Two police officers drove past the front of a building.

"Hey, there's our car," Officer James said. "I'm going inside. Are you okay?"

"No," I said. I pointed at the phone in my hand. I held it out to