VISION

anders called her name. She was

e sat sideways, despairing because there was nothing she could do. He'd been th

d more comforting than his austere, p

hetic but formal tone, "do you fee

t know anything that could help you

he house. She looked to be a few years older than Kate, maybe in her middle thirties. Her posture, her shoulders, the open collar of her stark white shirt, and the cut of her clothes suggested that she

returned from the house to whisper to the woman detective. Like Detective Sanders's, his hair was cut so short i

ont teeth and held up a finger toward Kate to excuse himse

e saw that they all carried Glock handguns. The detectives all seemed professional in

activity was quieting down somewhat, now that her brother's body had finally been removed from the house to a coroner's van. She wondered what she would n

using mystery to Kate, although they were obviously looking for evidence to try to find the killer

that they were well orchestrated and methodical as they went about their ta

leeing suspect to chase down and arrest. Besides, this was their daily job. It was just another day at work t

old her, in a confidential tone, that it would be better if she didn't see her brother that way, in the house where it had happened. He told her that she would not want that to be her memor

scussions, and the technicians carrying equipment, it was hard to imagine

murder. The way they said it made it clear that there was no doubt at all about that part of it. Kate couldn't stop her

d as the night had worn on. When she'd first arrived a lot of people had been milling around outside th

as just turning away. Even though she didn't catch sight of his face, she could tell by the way he slipped back through the crowd that he h

y from her when she gla

had been st

ate the whole time, saying little, explaining some o