CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stella walked down the corridor to her new apartment. This was only the second night that she’d spent in the rental, on the fifth floor of a building near the outskirts of downtown New Haven. It might be small, but it was all hers, paid for by her actual salary as an FBI agent. In a way, her career shift still felt like a dream, she thought as she reached into her purse for the keys. And she’d never expected to spend her first working day involved in a murder investigation.
It had been a highly productive and hardworking day, where they’d gathered important evidence and made headway. At least, Stella tried to reassure herself that progress had been made. In fact, she wished she had more confidence that the suspect under arrest was the actual killer.
She fumbled with the
