Remember When

at sixteen-fifty-two. The witness, identified as Samantha Gannon, resident, met us at the door. She was in extreme distress."
    "Cut through it. Lopkre," she added, reading his name tag.
    "She was hysterical, Lieutenant. She'd already vomited, just outside the front door."
    "Yeah, I noticed that."
    He relaxed a little, since she didn't seem inclined to take a bite out of him. "Tossed it again, same spot, right after she opened the door for us. Sort of folded in on herself there in the foyer, crying.
    She kept saying, 'Andrea's dead, upstairs.' My partner stayed with her while I went up to check it out. Didn't have to get far."
    He grimaced, nodded toward the bedroom. "The smell. Looked into the bedroom, saw the body.
    Ah, as I could verify death from the visual from the doorway, I did not enter the scene and risk contaminating same. I conducted a brief search of the second floor to confirm no one else, alive or dead, was on the premises, then called it in."
    "And your partner?"
    "My partner's stayed with the witness throughout. She-Officer Ricky-she's got a soothing way with victims and witnesses. She's calmed her down considerably."
    "All right. I'll send Ricky out. Start the canvass."
    She started downstairs. She noted the suitcase just inside the door, the notebook case, the big-ass purse some women couldn't seem to make a move without.
    The living area looked as if it had been hit by a high wind, as did the small media room off the central hallway. In the kitchen, it looked more like a crew of mad cooks-a redundancy in Eve's mind-had been hard at work.
    The uniform sat at a small eating nook in the corner, across a dark blue table from a redhead Eve pegged as middle twenties. She was so pale the freckles that sprinkled over her nose and cheekbones stood out like cinnamon dashed over milk. Her eyes were a strong and bright blue, glassy from shock and tears and rimmed in red.
    Her hair was clipped short, even shorter than Eve wore her own, and followed the shape of her head with a little fringe over the brow. She wore enormous silver hoops in her ears, and New York black in pants, shirt, jacket.
    Traveling clothes, Eve assumed, thinking of the cases in the foyer.
    The uniform-Ricky, Eve remembered-had been speaking in a low, soothing voice. She broke off now, looked toward Eve. The look they exchanged was brief: cop to cop. "You call that number I gave you, Samantha."
    "I will. Thank you. Thanks for staying with me."
    "It's okay." Ricky slid out from the table, walked to where Eve waited just inside the doorway.
    "Sir. She's pretty shaky, but she'll hold a bit longer. She's going to break again though, 'cause she's holding by her fingernails."
    "What number did you give her?"
    "Victim's Aid."
    "Good. You record your conversation with her?"
    "With her permission, yes, sir."
    "See it lands on my desk." Eve hesitated a moment. Peabody also had a soothing way, and Peabody wasn't here. "I told your partner to take you and do the knock-on-doors. Find him, tell him I've requested you remain on scene for now, and to take another uniform for the canvass. If she breaks, it might be better if we have somebody she relates to nearby."
    "Yes, sir."
    "Give me some space with her now." Eve moved into the kitchen, stopped by the table. "Ms.
    Gannon? I'm Lieutenant Dallas. I need to ask you some questions."
    "Yes, Beth, Officer Ricky, explained that someone would... I'm sorry, what was your name?"
    "Dallas. Lieutenant Dallas." Eve sat. "I understand this is difficult for you. I'd like to record this, if that's all right? Why don't you just tell me what happened."
    "I don't know what happened." Her eyes glimmered, her voice thickened dangerously. But she stared down at her hands, breathed in and out several times. It was a struggle for control Eve appreciated. "I came home. I came home from the airport. I've been out of town. I've been away for two weeks."
    "Where were you?"
    "Um. Boston, Cleveland, East Washington, Lexington, Dallas, Denver, New LA, Portland, Seattle. I think I forgot one. Or two." She smiled weakly. "I was on a book tour. I wrote a book.
    They published it-e, audio and paper forms. I'm really lucky."
    Her lips trembled, and she sucked in a sob. "It's doing very well, and they sent-the publisher-they sent me on a tour to promote it. I've been bouncing around for a couple weeks. I just got home. I just got here."
    Eve could see by the way Samantha's gaze flickered around the room that she was moving toward another