“Doesn’t look like this is a crime scene,” Marge said.

“I agree,” Rebel said. “Who knows if she even made it to her car?”

“Footprints?”

“We’ve got some partials. We’ve got lots of latent fingerprints. Maybe something will pop.”

“Hope so.”

“What about the actual crime scene?” Rebel asked. “Where you found her dangling.”

“It’s a crime scene, but we’re not sure if it’s the murder scene. If she was killed there, she didn’t seem to put up a struggle. The coroner’s investigators haven’t found bullet or stab wounds—but she could have been poisoned or sedated before she was hanged. We’ll do a tox on her.”

“Sexually assaulted?”

“Doesn’t look like it, but we’ll know more once the autopsy’s done.”

Rebel pursed her lips. “Hanging’s a weird way to commit murder.”

“Yeah, someone strung her up for dramatic effect.”

“Very dramatic…like in serial killer dramatic.”

“Yes, indeed, we certainly haven’t ruled that one out.”

CHAPTER TEN

AS THE FRESHIES set up the chairs, Hannah took Gabe over to the choir director. Mrs. Kent was an energetic, stout woman with a bowl cut of black hair and glasses dangling from a chain.

“This is Gabe,” Hannah said. “He plays the piano.”

Slipping her glasses over her nose, Mrs. Kent looked the boy up and down. “What year are you in?”

“Sophomore, but I’m just visiting.”

“Visiting?” Mrs. Kent let her glasses drop onto her chest. “For how long?”

“Unknown,” Hannah said. “Maybe a day or two. I thought if he could play ‘My Heart Will Go On’ instead of you playing, you can concentrate on the vocals. Although it’ll probably take a lot more than that to keep us on key.”

“That’s very cynical coming from the choir president.” She stared at Gabe. “Do you know the song?”

“I can fake it pretty close. It’s in E, right?”

“Yes, it’s in E. Can you read music?”

“Sheet music is even better,” Gabe said.

“It’s on the piano.” Mrs. Kent told him. “Decker, help the kids set up.”