CHAPTER TWENTY
Avery wished, at the very least, they could move the car. As it was, it was parked facing the street and the afternoon sun was beating directly down on her, the car, and the dead woman inside. But moving the car would risk contaminating the crime scene so they had to make do with what they had.
Jane Seymour’s car was parked to the far side of the Seymour and Fitch lot. The only other cars in the lot belonged to one of the other attorneys and the young receptionist Avery had spoken to not even seven hours ago. That receptionist, a woman by the name of Amy Wright, was inside with Finley as he took her statement. Avery had already spoken to her and learned how she had seen Jane come back from her late lunch, watching as she parked her car out of sight of the front doors. When
