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Savich said, "I’ll speak to the forensic teaent Sherlock"

Savich ducked under the tape and e entryway "Hey, Dillon, I called in about the father waiting outside I mean, I can’t let him in, now, can I? He could contaminate the scene--"

"It’s okay, Jennifer I’ll stick with him He wants one of Peter’s suits for his son to be buried in"

"I know" She sed, her eyes darting toward a tech as dusting for fingerprints in the large living room "Okay, we’re done in the bedroom"

Savich went back to the hall, where Sherlock and Mr Biaggini were speaking quietly; rather, Sherlock was speaking and Mr Biaggini was standing with her, unresponsive, his eyes unfocused

"Sir, if you would coent Savich?"

"We will know soon, sir," Savich said

Savich wasn’t about to take Mr Biaggini to the bedroom, since the floor was covered with dried blood, the walls and furniture splattered with it He met Sherlock’s eyes

She said, "Sir, why don’t you describe the suit you want and I’ll fetch it for you"

Mr Biaggini knew, Savich thought; he knehy Sherlock didn’t want hi into the bedroo He described the clothes his wife had requested, his voice a whisper

He reeous wooden floors "I haven’t been here that often I forgot how ht comes in I think Peter liked that"

"Yes, even with the snow it’s full of light," Savich said "Did you furnish it for him?"

"My wife did She’s a fine decorator Can you help us be sure to have Peter’s body as soon as possible?"

"I’ll check with the ME myself, and I’ll call you"

"Director Mueller called me personally as well, after Peter’s body was found It was such ashock I mean, Tommy, Stony, and now Peter All of our boys They knew each other nearly all their lives, and now all of theent Savich? Why did this happen to my son?"

Theback at hi on his shoulders like a black cloak

Savich said again, "We’ll know very soon, sir, I proini nodded, and Savich showed hi at Peter’s computer, set on a desk near the s He looked up toward Savich, and frohen he saw Mr Biaggini "It’s all right," Savich said "What have you got?"

"Agent Savich, it looks like we’ve got encrypted files here I doubt we’ll be able to get into the, and he turned to answer, his voice lowered to a whisper He pocketed his phone after a brief conversation and turned back to Savich, his face again expressionless "My wife is asking for me She is in bed--our physician prescribed sedatives I o, there is so much to be done, and my wife shouldn’t be alone--" His voice stopped midsentence, and then, "We have to prepare for two funerals toh to take your soul, if there even is such a thing It was only two days ago that I ithI never saw hiain after that day" He took a deep breath "I know you did not think highly of ent Savich He was not pleasant" He paused, as if searching for words His voice strengthened "I told his mother as little as I could about it She was so proud of hih he let her know he held her in contempt

"I don’t think his sisters care all that much that their brother is dead They’re shocked, of course, but I wonder if they loved him He had contempt for them, too, you see, believed himself above the rooini gave her a ghastly sent Sherlock" He looked fro child We loved hi he wanted, even though ed "It doesn’t matter now He wasfor hiht for him when he made a mistake I am partially to blame he didn’t learn from his mistakes; I mean, there were never consequences for hiant I remember I cried on his sixteenth birthday because I realized he didn’t love his mother, he didn’t love me or his sisters What he seemed to love was power, over his friends, over all of us"