Cyndi took the stand. Bones sat alongside Marcia and Eli. Oates and Torres, both in freshly starched uniforms, were there, sitting with Michelson. Eli noticed Oates had his cane propped against the chair. Nichols was in the back with Hughes and an aide, near the door, as if they all might need to slip out. Sandoval sat behind Ferrara.
Eli asked her, “Ms. Holloman, did you see the police enter Hank’s apartment that night?”
“Yes.”
“And where were you?”
Marcia and Cyndi exchanged looks. Marcia wasn’t supposed to know that Hank and Danny had had girls over that night. Marcia could guess Danny brought the party, and she knew her husband didn’t go chasing anything. But now he was dead, and so was Danny. She’d never know for sure. And who would trust anything this tramp said?
Cyndi explained
