Soon, two more television vans pulled up, both from Washington. They emptied out, and technicians began laying wires and setting up cameras. It looked to Shaw like a movie set. He went out to meet the gathered media and to make sure that Marjorie Powers was safely on her way home. She moved inconspicuously through them all as they rushed to speak to Shaw. They thrust microphones at him, all talking at the same time. “It’s a homicide,” he said in answer to the general run of the shouted questions. “We don’t know much else right now.” “What was the method,” asked one reporter in the tone of a command. “There’ll be more to say later. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” “Is this a serial killing?” Shaw looked at the face—a handsome, bony, dark female face, dark hair perfectly arranged around the sharp features; thin lips, very white teeth. “Not unless there’s another one that I don’t know about yet.” “Is that a no?” “Yes, that’s a no.” “How can you be sure?”
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