3, 9:44 a.m.Carmichael stepped out of the cab and got drenched in a sudden downpour. Welcome to Seattle. Deciding it would take longer to dig out his umbrella than reach the cover of the building, he sprinted toward the glass door marked JB Pharmaceuticals.Once inside, Carmichael checked his watc...
Directly across the street was the Pioneer Cemetery, which took up about four square blocks and in places was thick with trees. The cemetery had been there first, and the university had tried and failed several times to condemn the property and build on the land. But unearthing the dead was not p...
She was struck by how calm and pretty the campus seemed. A blue sky and morning sun bathed the buildings in postcard-perfect light. Yesterday’s events—the trip to the morgue, running from Rudker, protesters in front of the building—seemed surreal now, as if they had all been part of a crazy dream...
It was an opportunity to look at the case and its bizarre details with a fresh perspective. “I know this is what we do, but still, thanks for working on Saturday without complaining,” Jackson said as they settled in. “Beats doing the weekend housework,” Schak said. Evans laughed. “I’ll second ...
The mayor was watching a medical drama on television when his slightly drunk and worried wife escorted Jackson into their family room. The city’s leader and Republican senate hopeful wore white sweat pants, a blue T-shirt, and red plaid slippers. Patriotic, but not cool for a trip to jail, Jackso...
As soon as he had a breakthrough in these homicides, they’d talk it through. He would make some kind of commitment, and he and Kera would be okay. For now, he had to put it out of his mind. Or give up being lead on the case. He’d never done that before. Jackson sat in his cruiser, still parked in...
Most evenings it was just another bar catering to the young and adventurous, but a couple times a year it hosted a ball for people in black leather and dog collars who liked to be spanked in public. Oddly enough, the police were rarely called out to the club, unlike other drinking establishments ...
Clark Street started near the base of Skinner’s Butte and ran in segments parallel to West 1st Avenue. She thought the 324 address had to be near Lawrence or Lincoln. Counting squares on the map, she figured the Explorer’s owner lived nine blocks from the jail, about half a mile. A healthy person...