Detective Harry Silver had sneaked his daughter onto yet another crime scene. The boys at the station tended to look the other way, thinking the hotshot detective was humoring the young divorcée, getting her out of the house and giving her something to do. Only Amy Silver and her father knew better.
Harry closed the door, leaving them alone with the strangled body of Gretchen White in her living room. "She was on the computer," he whispered to his daughter, "writing some off-line email she never got to send."
Amy Silver shook her head. "Pretty. Probably my age, too. Ten to one it was a man. Mind if I look around?"
"If you want," Harry said, trying to hide his eagerness for her help. "This is a small brownstone building: six apartments. Only Gretchen and three of her neighbors were at home at the time. Manny Upton, Tim Leffington, and Kevin Payne-- three men, like you thought."
"Of course," Amy said. "Can I talk to them? Just for a minute? I promise I'll be discreet."
"Sure," Harry said. "I'll have a patrolman bring them in. You can look around the room and then have a few words with them. It looks like an inside job, so all three are suspects."
"You're a good dad, bending the rules to let me feel important and needed."
"You know I value your opinion," answered the detective. "Just let me know what you're thinking. Just to compare notes."