Chapter 2: Cops
I opened the door on two plainclothes police officers, both fairly young. The woman, rather attractive, was all business. The man on the other hand, while tall, slim, and well-built, radiated an air suggestive of some inner, hidden issue. That both interested me and made me sigh as well.
They held up their badges, identifying them as Detective Deloris Hayberry and Detective Sam Solomon. The latter name triggered something in the back of my mind and I looked at the man again. Yes, I had met him when I’d been on the police force.
I led them into the living room, showed them my private investigator identification, and told them that, other than the deceased, the only other occupant of the condo at the moment was in the shower.
The detectives’ eyebrows went up. I explained
