Seven
“It can be amazing if you do it right. But he crossed the line. He just wanted to hurt me.” — Francesca BoyleAs apartments went, this was about as good as money could buy.
Bailey stood in front of the entrance to Gus Dakin’s bachelor-pad home in the plush waterside suburb of Knight’s Point. Ordinarily, her occupation being what it was, she was accustomed to announcing her presence by pounding heavily on the front door. But these solid-looking double doors, forming an entranceway nearly six feet wide, somehow created a sense of being impervious to the mere hammering of police officers. So instead she pressed the brass doorbell mounted conspicuously to one side.
Her action generated no sound that she could hear, but after about 20 seconds one of the doors swung silently inward to re
