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Precursor To A MurderBACK AT THE DUPLEX, I prepare coffee and ponder Mrs. Edelstein's comment. “Someone's with you. She'll show herself soon.” If she's not senile, who did she mean? Perhaps she meant my college roommate Lisa, who I'd intended to call. A floral scent skims my nostrils. I peer at dark, wilting roses that were fresh and colorful an hour ago. Perhaps they're day's old flowers Nikki brought from the office.
My cell phone buzzes with an alert from CJ, but I don't respond right away. Comforted by rising steam from the hot cup, I head to my new workspace, the rarely used breakfast nook tucked in the kitchen's far corner, with an adjoining view of the park. Sliding atop the cushioned bench, I lose myself in intersecting pathways snaking through the park. Then I remember the el
