Chapter 7

“True. What I meant was, the perp didn’t force the door or a window open. He came late at night, shot the victim, and left.”

“And no one heard the shot?”

“In the case of the student, a neighbor did and called 911. The other man was found the next day by the building manager when the guy’s boss couldn’t reach him. He called, asking the manager to check on him because he hadn’t shown up for work. Apparently that had never happened before and he got worried.”

“I think I’m glad I wasn’t the poor manager.”

“He wasn’t a happy man,” Quint agreed. “Okay, you get to work. I’ll do what I’m paid for and also make certain your security is up to par.”

Clay did as he was told, getting back to the painting he’d been working on when the detective had arrived. He was so immersed in what he was doing that he jumped when he heard Quint clear his throat behind him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Quint said. “Everything looks good but…”