CHAPTER THIRTEENMrs. Lacey was sitting on the sofa as he entered, holding a fresh drink. “You found what you were looking for?”
He closed the door and went toward her. “I found something I wasn’t looking for. A body.”
“You don’t mean...”
“Monsieur Marnat, I suspect, has been murdered.”
“In my building?” She gulped her drink. “Oh, my God...”
“I must call the police.”
She gestured toward a pink telephone on the desk.
He went to the desk, snatched up the receiver and dialed.
“Thank God you found his body. Not I...”
“Police Emergency.” The voice sounded young and alert.
“I want to reach Inspector Desmond McCorkle.”
“McCorkle works out of the Seventeenth Precinct. They’ll be able to tell you where he is at the moment. I’ll connect you.”
“Thanks.”
“I think we’d both better have a dr
