“Where is this Ms. Carson now?”
“Inside. I gave her some brandy to calm her nerves. She discovered him.”
“Did she do it?” Tejada asked.
Jimmy noticed two pairs of suspicious eyes boring into him, anxious for his answer. “No, I don’t believe so. Someone with a lot of muscle did this.”
“Or anger,” Daniels said. “I’ve seen it. Though not so…”
He let his comment end there. Jimmy didn’t need to know.
Jimmy was instructed to go back inside the brownstone and remain with Serena until the detectives arrived. Jimmy was glad to excuse himself from the crime scene, skirting the body once again and hoping it was the last he saw of it. Henderson Carlyle’s eyes stared upwards, almost as if they were following Jimmy, trying and failing to tell him who had done this. He closed the door behind him, a
