His only response was to turn back to the apartment and escort me under the yellow caution tape. Liana lay on the ground in the living area, evidence markers scattered around her, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. Even in death, she was beautiful with her red hair fanned out around her. It was a horrible shame, yet I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d ended up like this. As my eyes wandered down her form, I noticed a small piece of duct tape stuck to her hand. It wasn’t large enough to bind someone’s wrists, but it would fit perfectly over a mouth. The tape could have been totally coincidental, but I doubted it. Liana’s left cheekbone was pink as though she’d been struck, but her pristine skin around her mouth showed no signs of having tape pulled from its surface. In my gut, I knew
