Too many police cars with lights flashing and people milling around couldn’t be good. “What is it now?” She rolled her eyes and parked in the only spot she could find. Generally, the neighborhood was quiet for one in Birmingham, but big city crime had its place here, too. Ivy grabbed her laptop full of work projects and inched her way to the front door of the complex. A neighbor she knew by first name stood on the steps watching. Ivy cleared her throat, hoping to get his attention as he stared into the distance. As usual, she could hardly speak when she got close to him. With a nearly-shaved head and a stud in one ear, he screamed hot sex and bad boy all rolled into one. “Hey, Ivy.” “Hi, Finn. What’s going on?” He gave her a long look, one that made her want to shiver. She knew her short skirt showed her long legs off to advantage and that he had noticed. “You haven’t heard. Oh. Jane Dixon was murdered sometime last night. Her mother came by for a visit and found her.
