WMC - First to Die

Chapter41

THE MURDER IN NAPA changed everything. There were blistering attacks on the way the SFPD was trying to solve the case. We took heat from everywhere. Sensational headlines a

Chapter42

THAT NIGHT, Claire Washburn took a cup of tea into her bedroom, quietly closed the door, and started to cry again. "Goddamn it, Lindsay," she muttered. "You could have trusted me." She needed to be alone. All evening long, she had been moody and distracted. And it wasn't like her. On Mondays, a night off for the symphony, Edmund always cooked. It was one of their rituals, a family night, Dad in the kitchen, boys cleaning. Tonight he had cooked their favorite meal, chicken in capers and vinegar. But nothing had gone right, and it was her fault. One thought was pounding in her. She was a doctor, a doctor who dealt only in death. Never once had she saved a life. She was a doctor who did not heal. She went into her closet, put on fla

Chapter 43

THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON, I got my first glimpse of the killer's face. Chris Raleigh was talking to the people who had handled the victims' travel arrangements. I was checking into who had pla