Tyson trotted close to heel behind her, but already he was sniffing and snuffling and letting out little sneezes of excitement. Bob Kowalski was standing in the living-room talking to a young woman detective, Sandra Garnet. Detective Garnet was red-haired and freckly, with upswept eyeglasses and an olive green suit that was a little too tight across the rump, but she was very pretty and chatty and Bob Kowalski always said that he would have asked her to marry him if he hadn’t been married already, and she hadn’t been fifteen years too young for him. ‘The vic’s in the bathroom,’ said Bob. ‘Just as badly burned as yesterday’s unfortunate young lady, but at least we’re pretty sure who she is.’ Ruth looked around. She knew that this apartment complex on West Rainbow Drive, on the south-east side of Kokomo, had been built less than four-and-a-half years ago. Craig had been contracted to fit the kitchens, and it had been one of his first really big contracts. It was poignantly obvious that the victim had lived here alone.
