Gone, Baby, Gone (Kenzie & Gennaro, #4)

by Dennis Lehane

I found myself thinking again of the power we held in our bed and our bodies, that potential third life floating like a spirit between our bare skin.

That’s what the Quincy police met as they reached the stairs: Roberta Trett’s large corpse sliding down the dark staircase toward them and two men standing up top, weeping like children because they’d somehow never known the world could get this bad.