CHAPTER FOUR
Remi tried very hard not to be sick to her stomach. The images of poor Angus, strangled and then skewered, were burned into her retinas. Even though she had closed the folder and not looked at the terrible images again, they still floated in front of her like phantoms.
It reminded her of the first time she had been on a case, and the first time she had seen a dead body that wasn’t laid out, clean and dignified, in an open casket.
That had been a stranger, and she had felt an overwhelming need to get that poor man justice.
Now that the corpse was of someone she knew, that feeling was multiplied tenfold.
It grew even stronger when the police unlocked Angus’s front door, and they entered his living room.
Photos of his late wife and two adult children lined the walls. Two ad
