Patrol car lights flashed along the street turning buildings blue and red. People stopped on the footpath and were moved along, most crossing to the other side of the road and getting their phones out. A media van rocked up. Probably the first of many.
Liz showed her badge to get past the police tape and then into the building. The lift was taped up so she ran up the five flights of stairs.
Outside the door she was handed slip on shoe coverings and put them on.
Pete was inside the apartment, barking orders to a uniform, who hurried past her.
The body was in the bedroom.
‘Crime Scene are on their way. Touch nothing.’ He barely glanced at Liz.
‘Seriously, Peter? You’re not speaking to a rookie.’
Ginny might have been sleeping, other than the black stocking around her throat. She wore
