Youre brooding, Abby said. Lets get going, Carmen, he said. Some two months prior to the murder? Yeah, the dogs fine. Hes downstairs waiting for animal control. And he also knew before it was made public that Sara had not killed herself. That it was murder. Did you give someone a heads-up on that? We discussed it, yes. Mason ceased speaking, and there was a tense, dramatic silence. I rang the bell twice and while I waited I admired the thick old wooden door that had been cut down from one that once had provided entrance into a century-old Presbyterian church that had been razed to make way for a McDonalds. My uncle was always scouting demolition sites for fine old wood, stained glass, marble, and other interesting doodads that he somehow incorporated into his decorating scheme that included an all-marble bathroom with a huge stained glass window depicting Moses in the bullrushes. Cowl stared them all down.Iwould wish you all luck. The smirk came back. “But luck, I can assure you, will have nothing to do with it. Campbell sat in the same room, in the same chair, but wearing a different set of clothes. A bowl of spaghetti and a bottle of wicker-bottomed Chianti was in front of him next to a half-full glass of wine. A large napkin was tucked into his shirt. He did not look up from his food. Why not? He was perfect. Anyway, this is the first time weve seen Saras house. We havent been back until now, you see. He paused, gumming his lips. And now we are. Della Street nodded. You still are?.