“Mitch could tell instantly that it was hopeless. They were just going through the motions. “Crime-scene guys got here yet?” One of the medics shook his head. “You’re the first. Detective Falke is on his way.” “Any note?” “Yeah. Through there.” The medic gestured toward the living room. The window was open. On the tasteful oak coffee table, between the two tasteful beige suede armchairs, a piece of paper fluttered in the breeze, pinned down by a heavy glass ashtray. Without bothering to put on g...loves, Mitch moved the ashtray and picked it up. In neat, cursive handwriting, Andrew Preston had written seven words. It was my fault. Forgive me, Maria. “What the FUCK are you DOING?” Mitch jumped, dropping the note. Detective Lieutenant Dubray’s voice boomed off the walls like an angry giant’s. “Are you out of your mind?” Mitch opened his mouth to explain himself, then closed it again. What could he say? He knew he shouldn’t be here. Still less should he be messing with another detective’s crime scene.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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