“Asking for my apartment number.”

Sloan made a quick mark in her notebook without looking down at her hand.

“We can talk to him, Mara.

But until he makes a direct threat, we cannot arrest him for standing on a public sidewalk.”

“I know,” I said.

“The grand jury meets on the fifth Friday,” she said, looking up at me.

“That is four weeks from yesterday.

If you sign the statement rejecting their alibi, we can present it to the prosecutor.”