“Louis grabbed it off his belt and tossed it on the passenger seat. He knew without looking that it was Susan again. He would eventually have to break down and call her. But not now. Now he wanted to calm the demons that had been swirling around in his brain since leaving Bob Ahnert’s house, and he didn’t want Susan yanking on his chain trying to reel him back to the Duvall case, deal or no deal. Talk to Kitty. Okay, he would go back and look at the autopsy report again. But he knew Ahnert meant... more than that. Ahnert knew what every detective knew: Walk in the dead person’s shoes and you’ll find the killer. So now he was on his way to find Kitty Jagger’s home. And her father—if he was still alive. It didn’t take Louis long to find Edgewood Heights. It was north of downtown, an old neighborhood of small homes with the cookie-cutter, slapdash look of the Levittown boxes that had sprung up in the ’50s. It might have been a nice neighborhood in its day, populated by young couples just starting out.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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