James Patterson - 1st to Die

Womans Murder Club 1 - 1st To Die Prologue INSPECTOR LINDSAY BOXER   IT IS AN UNUSUALLY WARM NIGHT in July, but I'm shivering badly as I stand on the substantial gray stone terrace outside my apartment. I'm looking out over glorious San Francisco and I have my service revolver pressed against the side of my temple. “Goddamn you, God!” I whisper. Quite a sentiment, but appropriate and just, I think. I hear Sweet Martha whimpering. I turn and see she is watching me through the glass doors that lead to the terrace. She knows that something is wrong. “It's okay,” I call to her through the door. “I'm okay. Go lie down, girl.” Martha won't leave, though, won't look away. She's a good, loyal friend