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    Officer Glen Garrity found an agitated Kevin McLaughlin in the kitchen. Garrity led the young man, a Brad Pitt look-alike who was wearing nothing but blue jeans, into the living room, took a preliminary statement and bagged Kevin’s hands to preserve any traces of gunshot residue. While the other officers cordoned off the crime scene, Kevin got out of his chair several times in a panic, wanting to check the doors for a break-in, but Garrity kept him in that room until the detectives arrived to formally interview him.
    Kevin said he heard three shots fired, although neighbors reported hearing five or six. It wasn’t just his speech that was impaired by the brain injury, but his short-term memory as well.
    â€œIs there anyone who might want to harm your father?” the police asked him.
    Kevin suggested Jacob Horowitz (pseudonym), referring to the combative former business partner who had cost his father millions in delayed royalty payments and mounting legal fees as the lawsuit made its way through the courts.
    Asked if there were guns in the house, Kevin directed them to the locked metal box his father kept in the master bedroom, as well as the fourteen guns and several boxes of bullets that Bill stored in the guest bedroom’s closet upstairs. Because small children lived in the house, Bill stored the rest of his gun collection in Las Vegas. Kevin said that he’d fired some guns in Vegas himself about three weeks earlier, but none that day.
    With no key to open the lockbox, the detectives had to pick it. Inside, they found a fully loaded nine-millimeter Taurus PT92 AFS, but it didn’t smell or look as if it had been fired recently.
    Kevin said he didn’t know the origin of the keys in the front door and on the mat, noting that his own key ring was in a pair of pants in his bedroom.
    As the detectives went from room to room, they could see that Bill slept upstairs, down the hall from Kevin. Nanette’s bedroom was downstairs, next to her kids’, and smelled like her Calvin Klein Obsession perfume, billed as having “a powerful sensuality.” An apt scent for her, as they soon found out.
    Detective Tom Voth found Kevin’s clothes thrown haphazardly over a chair in his room. His keys, attached to a ring with a bottle opener, were on the floor next to his gray pants, right where he said they would be. Voth saw no blood in the room, nor any trace of a gun or ammunition, and Kevin’s hands tested negative for gun residue.
    Including housekeeper Mary Berg, who had scrubbed the white kitchen tiles until they shone earlier that day, only a half-dozen people in the McLaughlin domain had keys to the pedestrian-access gate. The others were Nanette, Bill’s three kids, and a neighbor who looked after the dog while they were on vacation.
    When Nanette rolled up in the Cadillac around ten o’clock, she identified herself as Bill’s fiancée and said she’d just come from Christmas shopping at the mall. But even Detective Voth, who was working his first and only murder case with no homicide training, couldn’t help but notice that the athletic young woman’s key ring was missing a key to open that gate.

CHAPTER 2
    Because the house was a crime scene the police wouldn’t let Nanette come inside. But even after chatting with the responding officers, she didn’t call anyone else in the McLaughlin family to inform them of Bill’s death.
    Once the detectives arrived, Sergeant Steven Van Horn and Detective Bill Hartford asked her to get into the police cruiser to answer some questions. Asked to outline her activities that day, Nanette said she’d gone shopping at noon, returned to write the housekeeper a check, then grabbed her son’s soccer uniform out of the dryer and drove him to his championship game in Diamond Bar.
    The game was supposed to start at 6:00 P.M. , but had been