“BARBARA Daniels, twenty-two, waitress at a diner about three miles from here. Engaged to one Antoine Berkley.” Mitch looked up from his notepad and looked at Carol.
“Is Antoine a person of interest?”
Miss Daniels’ corpse lay spread eagle on an island of manicured grass in the otherwise black asphalt parking lot of Lake Reba Park. Her frame was illuminated by the streetlight above her and also by flickering candles. At her head, at each hand, and at each foot, red candles burned, pooling wax at their bases like spilled blood. She wore a black pantsuit with a bright yellow top, black heels adorned with yellow bows on the toes, and a yellow beaded bracelet. Her auburn hair had been pulled back and styled in an intricate twist.
Mitch shook his head. “Of course, but I really don’t like him
