Not Dolph’s, but about the poor woman in the chimney. Her death had been officially neglected, at least so far, in favor of the current homicide. Which made perfect sense, given that there was a killer on the loose who could possibly harm someone else. The woman’s killer had already passed beyond doing any more harm or legal justice. Facts were still few, but one of the things they did know about her was that she had departed the world under peculiar and violent circumstances. Dreams could be vehicles of the subconscious and her brain was obviously pondering the dead woman’s fate. Only the dead woman in the chimney had died from stabbing, not drowning in the duck pond. “Why would I…?” she asked the cat in a scratchy voice. After a few moments of thought she reached for her phone and called Esteban. It was still mostly dark, but he didn’t seem to sleep much. “You’re up early, bella. Why does this alarm me?” “Look, I could be all wrong but … I think I need to have a better look at that duck pond.
