Okay, Mason said. Bring him in. The press loved the drama. The TV people especially enjoyed asking average citizens about the shooting. One woman even teared up talking about how afraid she was for poor Congresswoman Bradshaw. Tears are the TV equivalent of orgasm. Devine held on to that game-changing word for an eternal moment.Homicide, as opposed tosuicide? That container or compartment is always kept locked? Hell be in a hurry, Mason said. Yes. He eyed her nervously.Because Jennifer Stamos, a woman he was having a sexual relationship with at the office, was murdered last night at her home between midnight and three. The first billion is the hardest to make. After that, it gets a lot easier. Working at a firm in town. Part-time until I pass the bar. Ive noticed, I said. Who else? King? Wallace? Murfin nodded again. So I told her about it, about the entire day, about everything— except the spoon. I didnt tell her about the spoon because I wasnt sure about that yet. When I was sure about it I would tell her. She nodded.But only to change my shoes and stockings. He bellered into the phone,Have you heard about this fucking press conference? You knew Sara Ewes? asked Hancock. The driver led the way inside, Devine in the middle, the other guy bringing up the rear. Devine would have expected nothing less. It was the way you transported either prisoners or soon-to-be prisoners. Why, if it isnt Detective Karl Hancock of NYPD, where no one knows your name..