The squirrel sat on the threshold, looking inside. “What are you doing here?” he said crossly. “Go on, shoo.” He stepped toward the squirrel, who turned and scampered away. Then he walked back outside, where Jimmy Stein was on the phone. “Loi is on his way,” he said, when he ended the call. “So tell me again, exactly what happened.” Officer White reappeared from around the corner. “Mr. Andromeda was correct, sir. The front door is locked.” Jimmy nodded. “Good. You watch this door and wait for CSI. We’ll be in the coffee shop inside.” Biff was still numb. Though he had been around for a long time, and seen his share of dead bodies, they still upset him. It was one thing to go through the home of a murder victim, as he’d done with the parking valet Usnavy. It was a hundred times, a thousand times, worse, to be in the presence of a corpse—or two. Especially when he had known the victim, spoken to her, even been kissed by her just a short while before. The psychic reverberations were almost too strong to bear.
