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David received the call as soon as he had arrived home. He said the police wanted to see both me and Adam. I promised I’d drive back downtown. Groaning, I splashed some water on my face at the bathroom sink, slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed my coat and purse and headed back out. When I arrived at Montgomery Street, I used my key card to drive down to C-level where David said they were all waiting. On the west side of the building, near the empty slot of a tandem parking area sat an unmarked car, a black and white police vehicle and a coroner’s van. Adam and David stood side by side next to two uniformed men, while two other people in coveralls bundled up a man-sized package and loaded it into the van. Adam walked over to open my door.
“I didn’t want them to call you. I don’t think
