Her eyes were locked on Dana's face, cataloging

sed. He sliced the pie around the hallway corn

ce shouted, hi

s belt. "Dispatch, this is Detective Potts. I need Crime

sic pathologist inside her took over,

to scan the roo

an two feet from Dana's limp hand,

ne, powdery white residue c

d began to walk a slow

d to the expens

of the rug were pressed down. It was a subtle indentat

of her blazer and pulled out a

down and cl

faint outline of a muddy fo

length. It was large. A men's dress s

. He followed the beam of her UV light a

ight to the entryway. She pull

red back at her. All women's. There was absolut

llway. A technician carrying a metal kit walked in,

s against the wall to avoid contaminating

d a pair of long tweezers deep into th

a heavy, met

stic evidence bag. It was a cu

," she said, her voice flat and loud in the busy

ok the bag from the tech.

om of the lighter we

Dana's recent social circle

h billionaire. He's been aggressive

background and current location on Darius

the master bedroom holding

in the back of her c

es. The deep treads were packed with dry, chalky red clay, an

tern. It was a perfect match

the welt. "Those are from a bespoke workshop

t Kylee, his expression grim. "Darius

quiet suicide sh

a staged scene, clumsily put together by someon

l face. A cold, physical rage began

e autopsy. I need to open her up

rectly in front of her, using his broa

his hea