Chapter 3

He found he couldn’t concentrate on the book because his thoughts went to the woman next door and the murder.

I was here most of Sunday. How could someone have killed her without my knowing? He knew that answer to that one. The building had thick walls. He rarely heard anything from the other units unless someone was doing upgrades on one of them that involved hammering and what have you. Even then, it had to be very loud, and on the weekend, because he was never home on weekdays.

Still, wouldn’t I have heard a shot? Or her screaming if someone was trying to strangle her? He was tempted to go ask the detective how she was killed, but the less he had to do with the police, the better.