HELEN’S ARRIVAL IS not preceded by a knock. She simply flings the door to Gladys’ apartment and marches in.
My bride-to-be is royally pissed.
“Detective Conway,” she barks, “what the hell is going on?” She finally notices what’s on the screens, looks at Gladys, and yells, “I told you to stay out of this!”
“Now Helen—” I start.
She rounds on me, advancing and shaking her finger. “I sent you over here to make sure she was OK,” she shouts, “not help her.”
“But, Mom, I—” Gladys says.
Dan raises his voice. “Listen to me!” A silence falls on the room, Helen looking very close to either firing him or shooting him.
“Please, everyone,” he says calmly. “Just sit down. I need you to hear what I have to say.”
“You better have some answers, Dan!” Helen says sharply. She sits down next to me on
