1st To Die
Prologue
INSPECTOR
LINDSAY BOXER
IT IS AN UNUSUALLY WARM NIGHT in July, but I'm shivering badly as I
stand on the substantial gray stone terrace outside my apartment.
I'm looking out over glorious San Francisco and I have my service
revolver pressed against the side of my temple.
"Goddamn you, God!" I whisper. Quite a sentiment, but appropriate
and just, I think.
I hear Sweet Martha whimpering. I turn and see she is watching me
through the glass doors that lead to the terrace. She knows that
something is wrong. "It's okay," I call to her through the door.
"I'm okay. Go lie down, girl."
Martha won't leave, though, won't look away. She's a good, loyal
friend who's been nuzzling me good-night every single night for the
past six years.
As I stare into the Border collie's eyes, I think that maybe I
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