The sun was shining, the sky blue. It was a fine day, and everything so far had gone precisely to plan. It really had been the perfect day.
Right up until I found the body.
Although I had made passing acquaintance with Ginny and Lawrence Taylor, until today I had never visited their home. The house was exactly as I had pictured it, my mental imagery constructed from meticulous research via the street views of online maps and the social media posts of the owners and their friends. Grand and set back from its exclusive street behind high walls and wrought-iron gates. Neoclassical marble pillars either side of the front door. Faux Grecian n***d-lady statue on the immaculate lawn. Hedges perfectly trimmed, flower borders at peak bloom.
My presence had gone undetected: the alarms and surveil
