CHAPTER SEVEN
As Katie neared Vancouver, she saw that the drive north had taken them closer to three hours than the two and a half she’d expected. Already, she felt as if they were experiencing hitches and delays every way they turned in this case. The reason for the delay this time was that they’d headed into increasingly heavy weather. A mixture of rain and sleet was cascading onto the windshield of the car they’d borrowed from the Seattle police department.
Going into downtown, they saw streams of cars heading the other way, driving out for the afternoon rush. Their lights were bright against the deep gray clouds and driving rain that seemed intent on shutting the city’s activity down.
They were heading straight to the second crime scene. Melany had been killed outside the bakery whe
