EIGHTEEN
AUGUST 20
At 8:00 a.m., Detective Marshall Jennings knocked on the door and waited impatiently. It opened and Marie Carson looked at him quizzically. “How can I help you, Detective?”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah, okay.”
This was not the warmest of receptions, so maybe Ms. Carson was regarding him with some concern for her own future. “Something curious happened,” Jennings offered.
“Oh, what’s that?” she asked.
He regarded her for a moment and then said, “You posted pictures of your husband and an unidentified woman making love on the internet.” She said nothing. “That’s a really unusual thing for a wife to do, don’t you think?” She remained quiet. “You and I both know that those photos come from a set that was in your husband’s possession. I noticed that you did leave out the one
