WET THUMBNAIL DOWN A LIST OF NUMBERS. “OH YEAH! ! DARLA CARLTON! ! REALLY RITZY CHICK.SHE WAS KILLED ABOUT THREE DAYS AGO.POOR DARLING FELL OFF THE BALCONY.” SHE SAID.I LOOKED AT THE ROOM NUMBER.SEVENTY THREE A. “COULD I HAVE A KEY TO THAT ROOM?” I FLASHED MY BADGE AND SMILED.THE GIRL LOOKED CURIOUS FOR A MOMENT AND THEN TOOK MY BADGE. “STAY HERE.” AND SHE WALKED INTO A SMALL OFFICE.THE FRONT WALL WAS A GLASS PANEL AND I SAW HER THROW THE BADGE ON THE GUY’S DESK AND START TALKING AND GESTURING WILDLY.THE GUY LOOKED AT ME AND PICKED UP THE PHONE.ABOUT THREE MINUTES LATER THE CHICK RETURNED AND HANDED ME A KEY AND MY BADGE.I TOOK THE ELEVATOR UP AND UNLOCKED HER DOOR.THE ROOM WAS VERY ELEGANT.I SAW ALL HER STUFF WAS STILL HERE.I WALKED OVER TO HER APARTMENT CALENDER AND LEAFED THROUGH THE PAGE. NOVEMBER 13 — MEET T.S DECEMBER 13 — MEET T.S AT LUNDEN MUESEUM. S00000,MS.CARLTON DID KNOW TODD.I TORE OUT THE TWO SHEETS AND STUFFED THEM IN MY POCKET.I WALKED CAREFULLY AROUND THE ROOM AND WENT INTO THE BATHROOM.I PICKED THROUGH THE CONTENTS OF THE CUPBOARD AND NOTICED TWO OF ABOUT EVERYTHING.HAIRBRUSHES,TOOTH BRUSHES, RAZORS.I STUDIED THE BRUSHES CARFULLY.ONE WAS FULL OF DARK BROWN HAIR AND THE OTHER WAS OF A PALE GOLD HAIR.I TOOK THIS IN WITHOUT MUCH INTEREST.I WALKED INTO HER BEDROOM.PICTURES LINED THE WALLS AND I NOTICED HOW BEAUTIFUL MS.CARLTON WAS.I CHECKED MY WATCH. IT WAS DECEMBER SIXTEENTH.I WALKED OVER TO HER DRESSER.ATOP IT SAT A COUPLE OF PERFUME BOEI~LES AND A TON OF MAKE—UP.A STACK OF BILLS WAS TOSSED CARELESSLY TO ONE SIDE AND CAR KEYS LAYED ON TOP OF THEM.CHEWING ON MY BOTTOM LIP I PICKED UP THE BILLS. ROOM AND BOARD,GROCERIES,CAR INSURANCE,SOMETHING FROM WASHINGTON,