At eleven-thirty a burgundy sedan pulled up in front of the morgue, and a tall, lean woman in her late thirties with copper skin and a close-cropped Afro got out of the car. She spotted me immediately. “Are you Lily Moore?” she called out in a voice so rich it belonged on a record, maybe one with a few scratches between the grooves. She hurried over and shook my hand. “Norah Renfrew. I’m so sorry for your loss.” She glanced over my shoulder. “Where’s Malloy? Did he just take off and leave you here?” I nodded mutely. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known better than to trust him to take care of you when there’s a pub in the vicinity. Mind if we step inside?” She was wearing a dark pantsuit and no coat.

“You must be freezing.” I didn’t mean to say it, but I shivered with cold for her. Maybe a year in Spain had softened up my skin.

“‘Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free’–or so my mother used to tell me.” She put a hand on my arm.

She didn’t sing the old song lyric, but I heard the music beneath it. “I remember that song,” I murmured.

“You a fan of Sassy’s?” she asked, guiding me to the door and pulling it open.

“I love Sarah Vaughan–though on some days I’m more partial to Ella or Billie.” The doorway behind the attendant’s desk caught my eye. It looked so bland, but I knew what was lurking behind it. “This would be a day for Billie.”

“‘It had me low, it had me down’,” quoted Renfrew. “Yes, Billie’s the one you need when there’s a crack in your heart.” She nodded at the attendant. “Let’s sit a minute. Nice that it’s quiet in here today. Do you want to ask me any questions first?”

For a moment my mind went blank. I tried to remember what she’d said to me on the phone, but that seemed like years ago. “Did Claudia overdose on heroin?”

“I didn’t see any track marks on her but I’ll make sure the ME does a tox screen.” Renfrew paused. “We wondered about drugs in a case like this, but the friend who found her said Claudia was ‘a healthy person who had the occasional glass of champagne.’ That’s a quote.”

“Who was the friend? It doesn’t sound like she knew Claudia.”

“Woman’s name is Kaylee Quan. Funny thing is, she didn’t know Claudia had a sister.”

Her words hit me with the force of a punch to the stomach. “Excuse me?”

“We got your name from the super in your sister’s building,” Renfrew said.

“Mr. Pete?”