Wrong Target

She walked down the hall and opened the master bedroom door.

Lying back against the leather headboard was Calvin Wang, the registered tenant of Apartment 1001.

His chin rested on his chest, and both hands had been positioned around the handle of a serrated hunting knife pressed into his sternum.

To a casual glance, the scene had been set up to mimic a self-inflicted wound...

Lola called in the medical examiner and a field unit over her radio, then walked back into the living area, her eyes fixed on the suspect.

"Coroner is 5 minutes out," Lola said evenly. "Start talking now, or every charge stays at the top of the sheet."

The suspect looked over at Jude, who remained seated on the sofa, then let his shoulders drop.