Chapter 11Once April deigned to speak to me again, her advice was highly unforeseen. “Take it to your office. Do you still have that locked compartment in the bottom of your desk?” When I nodded, she continued to provide instructions. “Let me finish here in a couple of hours, then we can assemble a plan of attack.”
I was glad we were on the same side. “Can you share anything else about his death?”
“Not much.” Based on her initial conversation with the EMTs—who were typically reliable about guessing the time of death, even though they should've waited for the coroner—Giovanni had been killed less than two hours earlier. “The body is still warm, so it's very recent.”
I mentally tabulated the math. “So, between eight thirty and nine thirty?”
“Probably.” April reconfirmed that Uncle Zach's
