She remembered the blood on the walls, the broken glass, none of which were present now. Telltale black dust remained on the furniture where the forensic people had sought fingerprints. A large portion of carpet had been pulled up and removed, and a section of wall where the fan of dripping blood had once been also was removed. She suspected Margarita was going to abandon the property since she had not made any effort toward fixing up the unit for sale or claimed any of her mother’s belongings. Too depressing.
Too depressing.Rachel stood in the center of the living room. “What happened, Eneida? Who killed you?”
She walked around, not sure where to begin looking for Eneida’s diary. Rachel walked into the bedroom, the one she knew Eneida used. Nothing looked out of place in there, just a t
