CHAPTER NINE
Thursday, 8 p.m. – 1 day, 19 hours before the wedding
Eight o’clock at night Homicide was empty except for Rebecca going through her computer to compare the stories told to her by members of the Redmun-Blythe wedding party. She heard footsteps on the tile floor and looked up.
Richie Amalfi strutted into the room. He always strutted or swaggered or sauntered. She hated that.
“I thought I’d find you here,” he said with a smile.
This means trouble, she thought, but also noticed that he looked good. Damn good. She hated that reaction to him. The other inspectors in Homicide warned her to stay away from him. He wasn’t to be trusted, they said. He could be into something illegal, they said. Even Paavo admitted he didn’t really know what to make of Angie’s cousin.
“Could this
