CHAPTER TEN
Victim number three, a twenty-four-year-old named Meredith Lowell, lived in a cute little two-story home about three miles outside of Frankfield. When Kate and DeMarco pulled into the U-shaped driveway, an ambulance was pulling out the other end. There was a single cop car in the driveway, unoccupied. Bannerman stood on the porch at the front door, watching as the agents parked and got out of the car.
“What’s with the ambulance?” Kate asked.
“The husband found the body. Came home from work early to surprise her and had a minor cardiac episode. He was in the back of the ambulance. He was wailing and crying as they put him in, poor guy.”
“You the only officer on the scene?”
“I’ve got more on the way. I wanted you two to have access to the scene before anyone else.”
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