Sally Mitchell lay cold and unmoving on the polished parquet floor of her trendy upmarket apartment. She wore jogging pants, a white Nike T-shirt and white sport socks. Her make-up appeared almost too perfect, as though she"d gone to some trouble to look her best not long before her death. Maybe she"d been expecting someone?
Detective Chief Inspector Dylan Blake surveyed the scene and took a few moments to ruminate on the waste of such a young life. Sally had celebrated her twenty seventh birthday just a few weeks ago according to the information supplied by her boyfriend, Clive Riley. Riley now sat shaking and sobbing in the next room, where Detective Sergeant Lisa Ramage attempted to console him. As Blake watched, the senior scene of crime officer, Don Travis, approached the end of his
