CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Saturday 9 a.m. – 6 hours before the wedding
Richie showed up at Homicide at 9 a.m. Saturday morning, to find Rebecca all alone. She looked as if she’d been up all night.
“No luck?” he asked, putting a non-fat latte from Starbucks on her desk. He knew she liked them.
She looked surprised by the coffee. “Thanks,” she murmured, then added, “No luck at all.”
He could see she was exhausted and beyond frustrated. From what she’d told him about past cases, and what he’d heard from others, she’d never had one of these “locked room” type cases before. Always in the past, she’d go out and talk to people, search the crime scene, and if nothing turned up, she’d find more people to question, and would widen the scope of the search. In this case, from what friends on the force had
