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to be able to autopsy pretty soon?’
    â€˜With a scene like this one? Bet your ass. Nothing short of a massacre’s going to take priority over these two.’ The doctor squinted ironically up at them. ‘Any other questions you’d like to have answered?’
    â€˜I’m curious about times of death,’ Tobin said.
    â€˜You are, huh?’ Greenberg looked pleased. ‘Damn, I do like to see signs of intelligent life in the detective division.’ He pointed to two places on either side of the body. ‘Step here and here very carefully, kiddies, and get out of my face. I might have something by tomorrow night, but probably not until Wednesday.’
    They picked their way carefully back down the hall toward the other body. Sarah said, ‘Imagine that housekeeper opening the door into this hall and finding these bodies lying here. All alone in this house in the early morning. You wonder how she had the courage to make the call.’ She looked at Leo. ‘Did she, by the way?’
    â€˜You mean was she the one who called us? Um . . .’ He looked at Jason. ‘Isn’t that what they said, that she reported the bodies?’
    â€˜I think so. She was kind of babbling by the time I got here, we were all thinking about getting her away before we had to carry her, so . . . I guess Delaney knows.’
    â€˜Or we can check the tape downtown.’ Leo frowned, all business now. ‘Let’s get on with this.’
    â€˜Does it seem to you,’ Sarah said, looking down at Lois again just before they went out, ‘that she’s a little . . . juicier than he is? Like her bowels and bladder voided somewhat later?’
    â€˜Oh, please, can’t we leave the juice to The Animal?’ Jason said.
    The living room looked even cleaner and more uncluttered after the grisly scene in the hall. Sarah walked back to Delaney, who as usual was talking on the phone. He finished his conversation with a few quiet monosyllables and said, looking at his notes, ‘Sarah, I think I’m going to ask . . .’ A loud conversation was suddenly audible outside the open front door. Delaney stepped into the small foyer and looked out, saying, ‘What’s going on?’
    Sarah followed him and heard an assertive male voice telling Shelby, the officer at the tape, ‘Of course I can go in, this is my parents’ house.’ A tall, strong-looking man in hiking boots and good outdoor clothing stood on the sidewalk, carrying a handsome black leather camera case on a strap over his shoulder. His face was flushed and he held his shoulders a little high and his back stiff, like a soldier on parade. He brought a discordant note of controversy into a crowded space where many law enforcement professionals had been moving carefully and keeping their voices down.
    Sarah thought, Well, after all he’s not used to being stopped at this door, it must feel . . .
    She took back that dollop of sympathy when the man leaned over Shelby and insisted, ‘I was told to come here at once and ask for a Sergeant Delaney. Find him for me right now, please.’
    Shelby opened his mouth to explain that he couldn’t leave his place at the tape, but Delaney walked down the front steps saying, ‘Mr Cooper? I’m Sergeant Delaney.’ He stepped off on to the gravel and walked down to the tape, where the tall young man stood glowering at Shelby. ‘I’m sorry I can’t let you come in here just now. It’s a crime scene until we’re finished. You know about your parents?’
    â€˜Yes, Rosa told me. And Phyllis, I checked with her because I couldn’t believe . . . What the hell’s going on here, who are all these people?’ A TV truck had just arrived and two more squad cars; the whole street was filling up with cars.
    â€˜I’m very sorry for your loss,’ Delaney said. ‘I know