You think she did him?” Mitch Winton asked his partner in a low voice as he studied the woman in question just visible through the doorway to the bedroom. The woman sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap, back ramrod straight. Mitch couldn’t see her face. She kept it turned away, probably so she wouldn’t have to look at the body again. One of the uniforms stood just inside the room with her. Kick Taylor nodded. “She did it all right. No reason to think otherwise.” “You question her yet?” “Just the prelim I got on tape. This one’s a real ice queen. Cool as they come, not giving us squat.” “Let me hear what she’s got to say.” Kick hesitated, then handed Mitch the small tape recorder. “Not much to it. She’s been sitting like that since I got here. Davis and Mackie said she’s been in there the whole time. Didn’t even come out to answer the door when they responded.” “She phone it in?” “Affirmative.” Mitch sighed. Why couldn’t he have just said yes?
