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    While she was thinking about Kerry, her phone rang, and she jumped on it. She almost answered it, but her eye caught the caller ID. She recognized the number, but it wasn’t Kerry.
    She silenced the phone.
    For all she knew, the man she knew as Sergio had tried to kill them that morning. Or he’d want to when he found out both his money and the disks he’d paid for had been destroyed in the fire.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    Wendy James lived in a small but pricey condo on the edge of the park where she’d been killed.
    Noah and two DC cops cleared the apartment first, then Lucy entered the immaculate one-bedroom apartment. The blinds were drawn, and Noah walked over to open them, letting in bright, morning light. The city view would be breathtaking during the sunrise, Lucy thought, though the full wall of windows made her uncomfortable. A number of office buildings had line of sight into this condo. Anyone with binoculars or a good camera lens could see inside.
    A small patio off the living room was accessible by a sliding glass door. The patio had no plants—only a small iron table and two matching chairs.
    A white cat with orange spots ran over to Lucy, meowing loudly as he rubbed against her legs. She squatted to pet him. “I’ll bet he’s hungry,” she said.
    “I didn’t peg you for a cat person.”
    “Never had a cat. My dad was allergic. We should find a neighbor to watch him until we locate Wendy’s family.”
    “The computer tech is going through her hard drive and Stein is on his way.”
    Lucy said, “Do you think Slater’s right? He’d take the case just because it’s high-profile?”
    Noah looked at her with an odd expression. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you’ve stayed out of office politics.”
    “I thought it best to keep my head down, considering my position here is unusual.”
    “Stein’s a smart guy, but Slater’s right. You took pictures of the body on your phone, right?”
    “Yes. I know the forensic photographer will have better shots, but I wanted them for reference.”
    “It’s not a problem. Give me your phone.”
    She did, not sure what he had planned. He scrolled through the dozen photos she’d taken, then his lips turned up. “This is great.”
    He’d brought up a close-up of the victim’s arm that had been half-eaten by the dogs.
    She trusted Noah had a plan, because she wasn’t giving up this case.
    The other agents cared about solving the murder, and both Noah and Matt Slater were good at their jobs. But Lucy cared about Wendy James. The twenty-five-year-old blonde had made some bad choices, and unfortunately, the people in this town would remember the affair more than they’d remember a young woman was dead. It would all be about Congressman Crowley—what her murder would do to his career, what his wife thought, whether he would resign, whether he would run for reelection, and if his opponent would use the affair and murder against him. And what if Crowley was guilty of more than adultery?
    Lucy walked slowly through the condo while Noah talked to the computer tech. Glass was everywhere—round glass dining table with decorative flowers in the center. Glass tables in the living room. Pale gray carpet. The minimal art could have been found in a hotel room, blending in with the subdued coloring. The only brightness came from the sun and the blood-red throw pillows placed squarely on the couch.
    The condo had two large rooms—the living/dining combination and the bedroom. There was a small kitchen, extra storage, and a surprisingly large bathroom for a one-bedroom condo. Even in the bedroom, there were no personal pictures. A bookshelf was lined with popular hardcover fiction, none of which appeared to have been read. Even in the bathroom, where most women left makeup and toiletries scattered on the counter, there was very little at first glance.
    “Does she even live here?” Lucy wondered out loud.
    Noah glanced around again. “Yes.”
    “It’s