I linger on the sidewalk, thinking that the police may come right over. Larissa calls and I fill her in on the new development. “I’m going to wait here and see what they find,” I say.
“Let me know what happens. Jim and I are having dinner, but text, okay?”
“Yes. And are you cool with driving to the party in Berkeley tomorrow? Do you think you’ll get out of work early enough.”
“I’ll try. Talk to you soon.”
I hear car doors slam. The police officers are at the scene.
They walk right by me, paying no attention, and head directly for the building entrance. I listen as the cops call the manager and request entry. One of them is Officer Smith, who was here on the night of the crime.
The manager lets them in and soon th...

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