You've seen the headlines.
One minute she was alive and pacing in front of the window, her heart beating, her hopes pinned on the future and the thrill of being in love with everything to live for.... The next minute she's sprawled on the carpet of her living room, lifeless as a rag doll, those last words crumpled in her left hand. Nothing left but silence and a little night work for the coroner.
That note was the one solid clue I had to the murderer. And it was convincing enough to make her brother, Gregor, hire me to find him.
