The Corpse Had a Familiar Face Author:Edna Buchanan It was my day off, but it was murder. Again. — The phone caught me on my way out. A body in a car in a parking lot. Sure, I said. It was on my way. I'd check it out ... — A shiny, lime-green Coupe de Ville sat at a meter, its wheels turned sharply. The red flag signaled VIOLATION. — The driver's time had run out. — ... A bald, cigar-smoking detectiv... more »e named Emery Zerick stepped away from the car and called my name. I saw the look in his eyes and I knew: My day off was down the toilet.
This cop was no rookie. He had seen it all -- and more. It was clear that something was different about this one. "Come on," he invited. We walked up to the Cadillac. I leaned over carefully, without touching it, and peered inside.