Lizzie looked out the balcony door from her third-floor suite and yawned. It had been a long night. She had tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw the body of Sonia Evans lying on the floor in that dusty, old shed.
And then there was all the activity going on down by that same shed. The police worked all night with spotlights glaring and shouts ringing out across the air with no regard for those wanting to sleep. Harry had been up pacing most of the night, occasionally going to the door and howling, wanting to be out to find out what was going on. At four o"clock, Lizzie had given up and opened her bedroom door, letting him escape to the lower floors where he could go outside through the cat door.
The grandfather clock in the first-floor entry could be heard chiming
