“MY CONDOLENCES, DAVID,” I said when I came to Cath’s wake.
Cath’s remains lay in state in one of the finest funeral rooms of Arlington Memorial Chapel.
“Thanks,” David said.
I went to view Cath’s remains and offered a short prayer for the repose of her soul. David stood beside me.
“I’ve heard the news this morning,” I said. “What did the investigators say?”
“There was no forced entry, so it means that Caths knew her killer.”
“Any motives?” I asked.
“Robbery is one,” David said. “Pieces of jewelry, cash, laptop, and cell phone were missing.”
“Any suspect?”
“None as of the moment,” he said. “They still have to check their CCTV cameras for possible identification.”
“I THOUGHT YOU LOVE ME,” cried the young woman. “But you don’t. You keep on hurting me.”
“Stop that,” said Number One
