Chapter 14
Ryder Connelly lived in an upscale condo in downtown Portland: two bedrooms, a view to die for, tastefully decorated in blues and greens. Everything was modern, new, and expensive, including the chef’s open kitchen, which, in Walker’s opinion, was far too neat for a single man. It was, in fact, the only room in the house left untouched by whoever had trashed the place.
Two uniformed officers were there, taking Ryder’s statement, when Walker arrived with Kruso. By his last glance at his watch, it was 4:10 a.m.
“Whoever was here didn’t like him very much,” Kruso said, snapping on a pair of gloves.
Walker pulled a pair of latex gloves from his coat pocket and snapped them on, as well, though he preferred to be by himself when taking in a scene. At times, he could almost picture
