Chapter One
It was after eight o'clock, and all I could see of the sun was its gleaming crown as
it slipped behind the row of steep cliffs, giving off an iridescent pink haze that
signaled the end of a long August day. Brackish gray water swirled and broke against
the large rocks that edged the mound of dirt on which I stood, spitting up at my
ankles as I stared out to the west at the Palisades. The pleats of my white linen
skirt, which had seemed so cool and weightless as I moved about the air-conditioned
courtroom all afternoon, were plastered against my thighs by the humidity, and I
swatted off the mosquitoes as they searched for a place to land on my forearms.
I turned away from the striking vista across the Hudson River and glanced down at the
body of the woman that had snagged on the boulders less than an hour earlier.
The detective from the Crime Scene Unit reloaded his camera and took another dozen
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