Mulrooney circled back toward the bay and drove the few blocks to Lauren Connolly"s home. When he pulled up in front, he used his binoculars to look back at Naples. He had a clear view of part of the Rivo Alto Canal, including Anya"s house. He had almost missed the visual connection. “If it had been a snake, you would have been lunch,” he said aloud, wondering if snakes thought people tasted like chicken.
As he got out of the car, he checked to make sure no one from the media was hovering. He had lost his temper with the media only one hour earlier when he berated them for “scavenging like dingoes on a carcass.” He certainly didn"t need their company now.
When the area was clear, Mulrooney donned a pair of plastic gloves and withdrew Anya"s set of keys from an evidence bag. He tried each
