Maximus
WHEN MAX ARRIVED AT the scene, Rena was waiting, a deeply disturbed look in her eyes.
“You holding up okay?” he asked, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms. The grisly crime scenes had to be getting to her.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, why?”
He reached over and pulled a strand of hair from her lips. “You look pale.”
She exhaled heavily. “This one is pretty fresh, and for some reason, personally more disturbing than the others. I guess the vic kind of reminds me of Carl.”
“Who is it?” he asked, staring past her towards the two CSI technicians, who were also working the scene.
She glanced down at her notes. “Sixty-four-year-old man from Florida. Retired golf pro, Haden Larsen. Vacationing with his wife, Marilyn. Apparently she was downstairs in the casino when the cr
