CHAPTER SEVENTEENIt took a long time and a lot of persuasion to get them to call Marcie Sokolov. Once they did it took her a while to arrive at the crime scene. Yellow ribbons were up, coroner’s technicians and forensics squads were on-site, and Lindsey and Petrus Berry were out of their handcuffs but in a kind of informal custody that suggested they’d better stick around or they’d be in formal custody.
Not that Marcie Sokolov was exactly thrilled to be wakened from a sound sleep (or so she claimed) and summoned long after her normal duty hours were over for the day.
The detective in charge of the scene was a Lieutenant MacArthur, no, no relation, thanks for asking. He conferred briefly with Sokolov. They were out of earshot of Lindsey. After a little while MacArthur gestured to Petrus B
