CHAPTER SIX
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HIS HANDS DEEP IN HIS pockets, balancing on the balls of his feet, and filled with cautious and dread, Gabriel watched the proceedings from the threshold of the living room door. Several forensic techs crawled around, picking up one thing or another and bagging it.
The body had already been taken away to the morgue. The old coroner had exchanged a few quiet words with the person in charge and followed the corpse.
Gabriel hadn’t thought that a lot could surprise him after that morning. Nonetheless, when his eyes fell on the person in charge, his brain shut down for a few seconds.
This one, an unexpectedly young woman, was moseying toward him right then, a little notebook secured in the curled fingers of her left hand, her step lazy and unhurried.
However, her dete
