CHAPTER EIGHT
“First,” Lyle commented as they approached the old apartment building. “How do you suppose the killer got in?”
The glass doors to the building looked pretty secure to Carly. She and Lyle had both gone over the police reports after he drove them here, but they’d found no assumption about that question.
“Maybe he lived here,” she said.
“Possibly. But the local cops checked out the residents and didn’t come up with anything. According to the report, the back delivery door is even tighter than this one.”
On the wall beside the entry was a large panel of buzzers and a metal grill covering a mic, so visitors could ask a specific tenant to trip the lock so the door would open.
“Well, we can be pretty sure the victim didn’t buzz him in,” Carly said. “She seems to have been asle
