Detectives Ryan and Curtiss aren't
trying to find the reason a new mother was murdered, they’re after a
or a stalker. Mrs. Patrick, their girl-Friday, would like to
in the nitty-gritty of Sunset Investigations, but her lack of
experience is a
Neatly presented men in their
dress slacks and
crisply ironed shirts, stood rooted to the spot long enough to exchange
puzzled expressions. Marcus Ryan was the first to react, by yanking
open the door. Aware of Frank crowding close behind him, he took one
step across the threshold, and saw a tragic scene.
The wide corridor, although exceeding a hundred
feet in length, seemed jam-packed with an air of mystery, even though
there was but a single clue left behind by fate. A dead woman. First
glance said she was African-American, in her late teens or early
twenties. Approximately five and a half feet tall, her thin body was
sprawled in a pool of blood, belly up, head turned to one side.
Unseeing eyes stared at the closed elevator doors.
"Uh, guys," Mrs. Doreen Patrick gasped, her
outstretched arms gesturing in all directions. She was still seated in
her swivel chair, both feet on its star shaped base to keep them off
the carpeting. Her voice had become squeaky. "I thought the poor thing
was dead, but then she wasn't, only now she really is!"
4 - Time for Crime
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