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anything?”
    “Nothing, and nobody’s desk is this clean. Let’s see
the neighbor, get a next of kin.”
    “You talk to the neighbor,” Jack said. “I’ll go door
to door and find anyone who may have seen her more recently than two weeks
ago.”
    Sunday, February 21, 8:20 p.m.
    Dell stretched out his hand. “Gimme the zoom.”
    Harvey shook his head. “You should have brought your
own tools.”
    Dell shifted in the passenger seat. “They’ve been in
there a long time.”
    “Means it’s a big case,” Harvey said. “Bigger the
case, harder they fall.”
    “Sonsofbitches,” Dell muttered. “That article made
them look like damn Messiahs.”
    Harvey heard the hate in his son’s voice. He felt the
same. “Which is why we’ll show the world the truth. Which is why you won’t be
taking that gun out of your pocket.”
    Dell’s jaw tightened. “How did you know?”
    “I didn’t, not till now. But it seemed like the kind
of damn fool thing you would have done. You shoot, and they become martyrs on
top of being heroes. And you go to prison.” He shot Dell a glare. “I lost one
son. I don’t want to lose another. We’ll be patient. We’ll watch and take
pictures and prove exactly what kind of men they are.”
    “They deserve to die,” Dell said.
    “Of course they do. But once we show the world what
they really are, they’ll go to prison.” Harvey’s brows lifted. “Do you know
what happens to cops in prison?”
    Dell’s smile was a mere baring of teeth. “They’ll wish
they were dead.”
    Sunday, February 21, 8:25 p.m.
    Noah placed his mini recorder on Sarah Dwyer’s coffee
table. “So I don’t have to take notes,” he said when she eyed the recorder.
“How well did you know Martha?”
    “I’d see her occasionally in the laundry room. We
weren’t friends.”
    “But you gave her a key to your apartment, so you must
have trusted her.”
    “She was a lady in my building,” Dwyer said
impatiently. “Sometimes we talked.”
    Noah watched her wring her hands. “You seem agitated,
ma’am.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “I just flew in from Hong Kong and
haven’t slept in twenty-four hours.” She pointed to a small hothouse on her
dining room table. “I get home, find my prize orchids dead, and my neighbor
deader. And you have the nerve to ac cuse me?”
    “No one’s accusing you.” Jetlag and shock could
account for her nerves, and fury over dead orchids could have sent her up a
fire escape. “What did Martha do?”
    “She was a computer consultant. I’m pretty sure she
worked out of her apartment.”
    Noah thought about the empty desk. No papers, no CDs.
Only the computer. Odd that a consultant who’d worked out of her home would
have no evidence of work.
    “In any of your conversations, did she seem depressed
or afraid?”
    “No. Usually we talked about how much we hated Mrs.
Kobrecki. She’s the building manager. Kobrecki and Martha did not get along.”
    He’d paged Mrs. Kobrecki several times, with no
returned call. “Why not?”
    “Kobrecki said Martha was a pig. Martha took
exception. That’s all I know. If you want more, you’ll need to talk to Mrs.
Kobrecki.” She grimaced. “Or her grandson.”
    “Why don’t you like her grandson?” Noah asked.
    “He’s a creep. Once I caught him taking my lingerie
out of the dryer and sniffing it. I made sure never to do laundry at night
again. He only seems to come around at night.”
    “What’s his name?”
    “Taylor Kobrecki. Why?”
    “Just gathering the facts, ma’am. Do you know Martha’s
next of kin?”
    “Her mom. She’s in a nursing home, in St. Paul.”
    Noah stood, giving her his card. “Thanks. If you
remember anything, please call me.”
    “What is this?” she asked suspiciously. “ Did Martha kill herself?” Noah smiled vaguely. “We’re just following procedure,
Miss Dwyer.”
    “Uh-huh,” she said. “I’ll have my gun loaded and next
to my bed tonight.”
    “Anything?” Jack asked, meeting