Down the hall, past the framed photos of previous mayors. Knocked on the dark door. That was followed by a secretary leading her to the deeper office and to the mayor, a Southern gentleman who got to his feet as Elise entered.Mayor Chesterfield had a suave nature about him and that good-old-boy persona. Their few conversations had left Elise reluctantly charmed by his skill at manipulation and diplomacy. He was a true politician.She saw from his expression that he expected news about the murder cases. Good news.“Detective Sandburg!” He motioned toward the leather chair across from his massive desk. “Have a seat.”Behind him were photos of his family. His family. Beside the framed images were the requisite flags and maps and awards. Beyond those, the windows that revealed the street below. Cars and tourists moving along as if it were just another day. That was the thing about homicide. The world kept moving even when you felt deep in your heart that everything should stop for at least a moment of silence.
