Sherlock backed up and stood quietly in the doorway studying the kitchen. Who was first to die of the men and why? Happenstance? A picture of what had happened didn’t come together for her. She knew only that the conclusion reached by the ME and the Brickson detectives and Kelly didn’t work for her. She walked out of the kitchen, then walked back in, looked with fresh eyes, and she noticed a kitchen chair was pulled away from the small kitchen nook table, its three brothers still tucked in. All right, the chair could have been moved by the crime scene techs, but she knew they wouldn’t do that, no reason to. She then started to see it, nearly clear in her mind. Storin had turned the chair to face the body of Mrs. Madison, and the kitchen doorway, to wait for Dr. Madison to come in. Of course she’d planned all along to kill him as well.

Sherlock smiled as the pieces began to slot themselves together. Yes, Storin pulled out the chair after she killed Mrs. Madison, sat down, and waited. How long had she sat near where Mrs. Madison’s body lay on its back, face destroyed, blood all around her head? Kelly had described Storin as emotionless, a psychopath, and that’s what she’d have to be. She’d accepted Dr. Madison wasn’t coming back to her and it enraged her, sent her over the edge, set her to planning the murder of both him and his wife. Otherwise why wait for him in the kitchen with his dead wife? To make a point. She wondered again if the two women had spoken before Storin shot her. Had Mrs. Madison told her he’d confessed the affair to her and sworn he’d never go back to Storin? When Storin had faced her, had Mrs. Madison insulted her, called her a slut? Is that when Storin shot her? Did Storin even feel a moment of regret? No, Sherlock didn’t think so. If anything, Storin had felt justified and excited for the betraying bastard to come home. Soon he would learn what she was made of, that no one screwed around with her, just as those other two bastards had learned their lessons. What were you feeling when you sat there, Angela? Excited when you heard Dr. Madison call out to his wife because you were about to kill another man who’d left you, betrayed you? Were you eager to see his shock when he saw his dead cow of a wife? Did you preen, laugh, imagine that when he saw her and then saw you he would know he was a dead man? Did he yell at you? Plead for his life, swear he hadn’t meant to break it off with you? He loved you and no one else?