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Chapter 5

After several minutes, I reminded myself that there were other things to think of. Now that Horst was out of sight and I could actually think more coherently, the image of my friend rose up inside my mind’s eye—and I felt slightly sickened at what I had seen, and what that suggested about my new friend, Horst. For there had been slight, but definite bruise marks on Quentin’s face, bruises that opened the possibility that Quentin had not died a natural death, that he had been smothered. Which meant, of course, that someone—and that meant possibly Horst—had murdered him.

It was at this juncture that there came an authoritative knock at the condo’s door, which could only be the police.2: Cops

I opened the door on two plainclothes police officers, both fairly young. The woman, rather attractive, was all business. The man on the other hand, while tall, slim, and well-built, radiated an air suggestive of some inner, hidden issue. That both interested me and made me sigh as well.