(Originally published January 23, 2008)
Spadina streetcar
Caucasian woman, 60s, with short red hair, wearing bright red lipstick, purple eye shadow, gold rimmed glasses, checkered wool coat, and wool fisherman’s cap.
Postmortem, Patricia Cornwell (Pocket)
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An open doorway led into a corridor running the length of the house. To my right appeared a series of rooms, to the left was the kitchen, where Marino and a young officer were talking to the man I assumed was the husband.
The man beside her has been drinking. He sits with his hands carefully placed in his lap, elbows in. He stares straight ahead, his expression soft, an attempt to look nonthreatening. She’s detected the smell, her hand in front of her face a cautious attempt to block his booze. But while she enters the pages of her crime novel, she misses a clue, the tear at his collar, the smear on his neck in the shape of a hand.
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