LATER THAT AFTERNOON, Turnbull called MacNeice from the coroner’s office. It turned out that, as he had guessed, the fragment from the drain was from the body of Sergeant Hughes. They’d failed to find DNA on the hedge trimmer but the cutting pattern matched. Junior had had way too much fun experi...
when he shut the Chevy down, near Samantha’s apartment. He sat in the car, frozen by the thought of Fiza. While there’d never been anything explicit said between them, he couldn’t help feeling that he’d cheated on her. And Fiza’s frosty but civil response didn’t change that. Worse, though he was ...
It was cream-coloured, or maybe tan. She was cleaning, slowly, a counter or a table, perhaps in a kitchen. She and the place were unfamiliar to him. The light was tinged with yellow—lemon yellow, not sunshine. He didn’t know why he was there. Her hair was long and dark; it was morning hair, not a...