CHAPTER FIVE
They arrived at the crime scene and Ilse spotted two police cars sitting in the parking lot outside a large, warehouse-shaped studio. Two trailers sat on the lot, in the shade, beneath a green and white striped awning. A concessions table, laden with fruit, bottled water, sparkling drinks, and various snacks was visible just within the doors of the large set. A couple of figures were standing outside one of the trailers, next to the crisscrossing caution tape over the door.
The figures looked bored, and both of them wore the blues and blacks of Seattle's finest.
No one else was visible on the set, as if the studio had been, overnight, turned into a ghost town.
Sawyer pulled beneath a raised, parking lot bar, past a meter. A spot reserved for the handicapped sat off to the
