Mike Bean and Marissa Hamm sat down on a long divan and faced the petite and pretty young woman who called herself Wendy Corcoran. Both noticed a number of things different when compared to the first time they entered the house. First, there was no Tommy Corcoran. The boy was missing. Secondly, the monstrous-sized home no longer felt like a warm, loving home. Now only silence reigned supreme. No clocks were ticking. No hum of air conditioning could be heard. No radio or television playing. Unmistakably, the house felt like a tomb. Sounded like a tomb.
But the biggest difference both detectives observed at the same time was the heavy-looking piece of blue metal sitting on the coffee table just in front of the silent woman. Mike and Marissa eyed the elegant-looking Walther PPQ first and the
