Despite the deadbolt, the front door opened without the need of a key. With the aid of four officers from the 44th, Jonathan and Mari intended to knock on each door and ask the resident if they’d seen Amanda Pierce that day. Truthfully, he didn’t hold out much hope of anyone volunteering any information. Not only would they run up against the usual brick wall, but whoever Pierce saw that day might be caught up in whatever it was that made someone want to kill her. Unless they’d been living under a rock and missed the news coverage, any person seeking the police’s protection would have come forward already. To Jonathan’s mind that meant that whoever Pierce had seen wanted to stay hidden. Then again, their mystery caller could have gotten the address wrong or had made up the story seeking a few minutes’ attention. There was only one way to find out. Each pair took two floors, he and Mari claiming the bottom two. It was his turn to do the talking, Mari’s to take down any pertinent information.
