The Lady Who Cried Murder (A Mac Faraday Mystery) Read Online Free PDF

sick animal,” Dr. Washington told Mac when she saw him.
    “He spent a lot of time here.” Bogie led Mac to the bed. “He killed her here in the bed.”
    “It’s too early to know if she had sex with him, either willingly or not,” Mac said.
    “I’ll have to find that out at the morgue,” the medical examiner said. “She was stabbed several times. I see stab wounds on her chest. It almost looks like he skinned her, but I won’t be able to tell anything for certain until I get her back to the morgue and lay her body parts out on the table. It’ll be like putting together a mannequin.”
    “We believe that after killing her,” Bogie said, “he took her body into the bathtub where he dismembered her. Forensics already found blood, hair, and body tissue in the drain. He didn’t go to much trouble trying to clean up after himself.”
    Mac went to look in the bathroom. Squatting, he examined the floor. In the room, brightly lit with high-powered lights, he could see the drag path from the bathroom and across the hardwood floor to where the bag rested in front of the television. “After dismembering her, he put her in the bag and dragged it all the way across the room to leave it there.”
    “That’s how it looked to me, too,” David said.
    “Why there?” Mac rose to his feet. “If he was going to move it, why not take it out to the garbage? If he wasn’t going to get rid of it, why not leave it in the bathroom? Why move it from here,” he gestured to the bathroom, “to there?” He pointed to where the body in the bag then rested. Struck with a thought, he asked them, “Was the television on when the body was found?”
    “Yes,” David said. “As a matter of fact, it was Khloe’s show that was on.”
    “Wasn’t that cancelled?”
    “After one season,” Bogie chuckled.
    “It was a Blu-ray disc with all of the episodes,” David explained. “It was playing one particular episode. The player was set to continually repeat it.”
    “What episode was it?” Mac asked.
    Mac followed Bogie’s and Dr. Washington’s eyes to David.
    “To tell you the truth, I was too preoccupied to watch it,” David said. “When I came in, two women, one of them Khloe, were in the midst of a cat fight over what sounded like a man.”
    Mac looked down at the drag marks on the floor.
    “You’re thinking the killer set up the player to play that episode,” David said. “How do we know Khloe didn’t set it up herself before getting killed?”
    “And she also dragged her dead body in the bag out of the bathroom and across this room so that she could sit there and watch herself over and over again until her body was discovered?” Mac asked.
    “Well, when you put it like that…” David sighed with disgust. “I guess we’re going to be watching Khloe’s show.”
    “That will make a full viewing audience of two,” Bogie said with a smile.

Chapter Three
    Spencer Manor on Deep Creek Lake
    There’s no rest for dog owners—even if you’re a multi-millionaire. Mac Faraday’s German shepherd was a die-hard morning dog. Gnarly got up at six o’clock in the morning, rain or shine.
    For some unexplained reason, Archie Monday, who had moved into the main house and Mac’s bed from the guest cottage, was not suitable to take Gnarly outside. The dog would ignore her when she got out of bed and called him to go outside with her. Instead, he would sit next to Mac’s side of the bed and paw at him until his master woke up.
    If Mac took too long to get up, Gnarly would jump up onto the bed and stomp on his chest until his master would curse and tend to him.
    After securing the perimeter of all threats—most of them squirrels, ducks, geese, and low-flying birds and occasional aircrafts—Gnarly would return to scratch at the door and demand breakfast. He would finish about the time Mac poured his first cup of coffee. Then, Gnarly would have to go outside again.
    Mac had come to assume Gnarly, a kleptomaniac, would use