Sam came into the apartment, oozing authority and competence. In light of her recent troubles, Nick couldn’t believe she had any of either left. “Get some tape across that door,” she ordered one of the officers. “Start a log with a timeline of who got here when. No one comes in or goes out without my okay, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am. The patrol sergeant is on his way along with Deputy Chief Conklin and Detective Captain Malone.”

“Let me know when they get here.” Without so much as a glance in his direction, Nick watched her stalk through the apartment and disappear into the bedroom. Following her, a handsome young detective with bed head nodded to Nick.

He heard the murmur of voices from the bedroom and saw a camera flash. They emerged fifteen minutes later, both noticeably paler. For some reason, Nick was gratified to know the detectives working the case weren’t so jaded as to be unaffected by what they’d just seen.

“Start a canvass of the building,” Sam ordered her partner. “Where the hell is crime scene?”

“Hung up at another homicide,” one of the other officers replied.

She finally turned to Nick, nothing in her pale blue eyes indicating that she recognized or remembered him. But the fact that she didn’t introduce herself or ask for his name told him she knew exactly who he was. “We’ll need your prints.”

“They’re on file,” he mumbled. “Congressional background check.”

She wrote something in the small notebook she tugged from the back pocket of gray, form-fitting pants. There were years on her gorgeous face that hadn’t been there the last time he’d had the opportunity to look closely, and he couldn’t tell if her hair was as long as it used to be since it was twisted into a clip. The curvy body and endless legs hadn’t changed at all.

“No forced entry,” she noted. “Who has a key?”

“Who doesn’t have a key?”

“I’ll need a list. You have a key, I assume.”

Nick nodded. “That’s how I got in.”

“Was he seeing anyone?”

“No one serious, but he had no trouble attracting female companionship.” Nick didn’t add that John’s casual approach to women and sex had been a source of tension between the two men, with Nick fearful that John’s social life would one day lead to political trouble. He hadn’t imagined it might also lead to murder.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“When he left the office for a dinner meeting with the Virginia Democrats last night. Around six-thirty or so.”

“Spoke to him?”

“Around ten when he said he was on his way home.”

“Alone?”

“He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask.”

“Take me through what happened this morning.”