Now that I thought about it, his odd behaviors mostly stemmed from the time of Kitty’s death, though they had gotten steadily worse. Did that make it better, that there was an explanation?
Naomi swallowed, making no attempt to turn around and see what lay before the window. “Why did you want to come here?”
“To see if I could figure anything out before the police bagged it all up and carted it away. I don’t know how much good it will do…” I turned in a slow circle, surveying the room. I was no forensic scientist; the blood spatter told me nothing. There were handprints here and there, which I found interestingly small until I realized Martin had downright tiny hands for a man. I looked closer at the body, waving Naomi further back. I did not need her within arm’s reach right now, in this
