He glanced back, past his two bodyguards, to the door of the autopsy room, just in time to see Ingrid Baker leave. She didn’t look his direction. Her phone held to her ear, she moved rapidly, though with commendable grace. The Baker girls. The younger Baker boys weren’t unappealing either. He shook his head a bit ruefully. There were times when it seemed a great pity they were all so very law abiding. All were attractive, some rather interesting, even—his gaze went back to the closed door, still swinging slightly from the recent transit. It would be amusing to wind up Alex Baker. Amusing and easy. One just had to be careful not to push him too far. Big fists and a good shot, so Guido had heard. Still…
“Wait here,” he said, striding toward the swing doors. Hannah Baker might be as honest a
