"Mrs. Stone?" Zach said, standing on the porch of the small bungalow in front of the screen door. Eyeing his surroundings while he waited, he noticed an old beat up 1998 Chrysler mini-van parked in the driveway. Tiny handprints covered the back windows of the vehicle. The dark blue paint on the roof of the car had begun to fade. Zach took notice that the screen door was in desperate need of repair too. The paint on the door frame was chipped and peeling. That told him she was either single or had a lazy husband.
Holding out their badges for verification, Zach eyed the heavyset woman, who appeared to be in her early thirties, and whose kinky permed hair resembled dry hay. He didn't know much about permanents, but he was relatively sure it was a botched- up job.
"NYPD, ma'am. I'm Detective Zach Gerard, from the five-one precinct, homicide division, and this is my partner, Detective Red McGee."
"Homicide?"
"May we come inside?" he asked.