"The scene in the West Village studio appears to be a classic crime of passion: Two wineglasses by the bed, music playing, and a young sculptor named Ariel Byrd with the back of her head bashed in. But when Dallas tracks down the Upper East Side woman who called 911, the details don't add up. Gwen Huffman is wealthy, elegant, and comforted by her handsome fiance as she sheds tears over the trauma of finding the body - but why did it take an hour to report it? And why is she lying about little things?"--
adult
J.D. Robb.
