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railing. So maybe you
can
take it with you.”
    I pointed at the streaks on the carpet. “What do you know about these?”
    “The ME says the victim’s
knees
were bloody before the fall—and get this: she was wearing a dog leash when he tossed her off the balcony.”
    “Somebody on the radio said it was a rope. I was thinking noose, but that didn’t totally make sense to me either. A dog leash? That’s interesting. Bizarre, but interesting.”
    Bree pointed toward an archway and a formal dining room beyond, with lots of glass cabinets full of dinnerware. “Bloodstains start back there and then end here in the middle of the room. She was crawling, and she was under duress.”
    “Like a dog. So he needed to humiliate her, and in public. What could she possibly have done to him? How could she deserve this?”
    “Yeah, sure feels like it was personal. Maybe a boyfriend, or somebody who fantasized about her?” She breathed in and out slowly. “You know, this probably would have been your case if you were still on the force. High profile, high crazy factor.”
    I didn’t tell her that the same thought had occurred to me about a half dozen times already. The weird cases usually funneled my way.
So was Bree the new me
? Suddenly I wondered if our meeting at the party had been as “accidental” as it had seemed at the time.
    “Anyone else live here?” I asked.
    “Her husband died two years ago. There’s a housekeeper, but she was off this afternoon.”
    I rocked back on my heels. “Maybe the killer knew that.”
    “I’ll bet he did.”
    It was interesting, the way Bree and I fell into it. The really strange part was that it
didn’t
feel strange at all. I kept noticing different little things. A needlepoint pillow that said
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all
. A Hallmark greeting card propped up on the mantel. I looked at it, saw it was unsigned.
Was that anything
? Probably not. But maybe. You never know.
    Bree and I walked out on the terrace together.
    “So, he’s got every opportunity to kill her in private, but he marches her out here, throws her off the balcony instead,” Bree said, talking more to herself than to anyone else. “That is
so
messed up. I don’t know where to go with it.”
    I looked out at the view—a couple of other luxury apartment buildings across the street; the National Zoo down a bit to the left; more trees than you would see in most big cities. Very pretty, actually—the twinkling lights at night, the patches of dark green dramatically lit.
    Straight below us was the U-shaped driveway, a working fountain, and a wide sidewalk out front. Plus hundreds of spectators.
    Then something hit me. Or, rather, something I suspected suddenly felt true enough to say out loud.
    “He didn’t know her personally, Bree. I don’t think so. That’s not what this is about.”
    Bree turned and looked at me. “Keep going.”
    “He didn’t
kill her
personally, if that makes any sense. What I mean is that this was a public execution right from the start. It was all about having an audience. He wanted as many people as possible to watch him kill her. This was a performance. The killer came here to put on a show. At some point, he may have even stood down there and picked this terrace out for the murder.”

Chapter 14

    AND THEN THERE WERE three of us.
    My friend Sampson had walked into the living room, all six foot nine, 240 pounds of him. I knew Sampson was probably surprised to see me, but he played it deadpan, the usual for the Big Man.
    “You looking to rent?” he asked. “Place is available, from what I hear. Probably go cheap after today.”
    “Just passing through. Neighborhood’s a little too rich for my pocketbook.”
    “Passing through doesn’t pay the same as consulting, sugar. You need a better business plan.”
    “So what have you got, John?” Bree asked. She called him John; I’d been calling him Sampson since we were kids. Both ways worked fine,