Mac looked at his phone. It was 9 a.m. Four hours had gone by. Rodriguez was gone, although two of his detectives remained. Two more were canvassing the neighborhood, hoping someone saw something. At least in this neighborhood, neighbors would be willing to talk to the police.
The Examiner's ME, reporters, and photographer were gone. They had a newspaper to get out. Janet's death would make page one. Others could write the story. They could attend the staff meeting, hear offers of counseling to help them deal with her death. The other media had cleared out. There were deadlines and other stories.
He looked at his missed calls. A couple from the newspaper. One from Kate. He smiled a bit at that one. One from Shorty. He listened to Shorty's voice message first.
"I heard about Janet on the
