It was raining in the city by the bay. A hard rain, hard enough to make Zack glad he lived in L.A. instead. Even at times like this, when he was standing in an underpass watching the M.E. tag bits of a young woman's body.
"Looks like homicide," the M.E. said. "Or a really determined suicide. Or the worst paper cut I've ever seen."
Zack sighed. He walked over to his partner, Monaghan Monroe. "We got an ID?"
"Annabelle Lee. Supermodel and socialite."
"Anybody in the frame?"
Monroe flipped through his n
Published on August 23, 2009 07:20