“Why am I not surprised to see you standing over a dead body?” came a Boston-drenched rumble from behind Gretchen. “Because you think I’m a killer you just can’t seem to catch,” Gretchen answered, dry and honest, as she turned to find Detective Patrick Shaughnessy lurking just over her shoulder. Next to him stood a petite but curvy woman with inky-black hair and the big hazel eyes of a baby deer.
