“This time Luscious had remembered to put up the yellow police-barrier tape.We pushed our way through and were met by Luscious, reeking of brandy, who led us into an elegant, high-ceilinged, blue-and-gold living room. The judge had been sitting in a leather chair at his desk. He’d fallen facedown on his green blotter. The ugly black stain on the blotter was blood, not ink. His right hand clutched a long-stemmed American-beauty rose. Behind him an open door led into a hallway. A large, formal din...ing room adjoined the living room.Meredith Jones was already there and had declared the man dead.Garnet asked him, “Any possibility it’s a suicide?”Meredith slowly shook his head. He looked sad. “He’s got three nails driven into the back of his neck, right through the medulla oblongata. At least he died instantly, thank God.”Garnet stared at Meredith in disbelief. “Nails? How on earth could someone just sit there and let someone hammer a nail into the base of their skull?”‘’Battery-operated framing nailer,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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