Chapter 4When Farrah Richards walked into the house and snapped on latex gloves, Falcone checked his watch. It wasn't meant as a rub. He could tell by the look she gave him it had been taken as a shot.
He didn't care if she took a personal call, regardless of the timing. She must have felt the call was important enough to delay their investigation into a triple homicide. She had to have known the chief, and possibly the mayor, were on their way down desperate for answers. It was her business. She was an adult, more than capable of making such decisions all on her own.
Okay. Maybe it was a rub, the checking of the time. He'd give her that one.
She stood just inside the house. The front foyer was where the action had taken place, anyway. They would comb over every inch of the place, inclu
