![]() ![]() Good friend Midge Roberts had grown concerned when Tara hadn’t answered the knocks on her front door or the texts to her cell phone. The call had come in shortly after nine a.m. ![]() Now, most of it stained this grim, shadowy space. Twenty-eight year old Tara Blythe used to have approximatelyĤ.7 liters of blood pumping through her veins. Not to mention the neighbors moving far, far away and never saying a word. ![]() If the landlord ever wanted to rent this unit again, it would involve a total gut of the master bedroom. Once freed from its human vessel, it could seep into dry wall, slip behind wooden trim, pool between floor boards. The crime scene techs had removed the top mattress but still. Warren knew, would hold the stench of blood for weeks, even months to come. This kind of scene, Sergeant Detective D.D. ***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.*** ![]()
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