We took Miller’s unmarked police cruiser back to Latham and the Light of the Earth church. The parking lot was empty, except for Long’s old brown Honda SUV, a couple of Colonie Police Department cruisers, and one state police cruiser. There was also an EMT van on the scene, its back bay doors wide open, a team of two EMTs just standing around like there wasn’t a whole lot of saving to be done. One more person was standing there. She was tall, slim, and her bosom was something to behold.
Carol Meyer. Long’s attorney.
“Pull up to her,” I said to Miller.
He did it without question. He rolled down his window. I leaned over the center console so that she saw my face.
“Hi Carol,” I said. “Been a while.”
“Keeper,” she said.
I could tell by the red in her eyes that she’d been crying. He
