Chapter 6
Reviewing evidence always calmed Duke. He liked the routine. He liked the repetition. Puzzle pieces turning around and around to find patterns, to see holes, to create new puzzles to fathom out. It helped give him such a terrific record, because he was willing to take the time to consider a problem from more than a single angle.
Sitting in Scott’s darkened apartment, listening to the property manager’s interview on borrowed headphones, should have worked.
It didn’t.
He lounged in one of the two cream leather chairs, his weapon resting within reach on its wide arm. No lights were on, but the curtains were pulled back from the windows running the length of one wall. During the day, Scott would have an amazing view of the bay, though Duke doubted he got much opportunity to enjoy
