A Clean Kill by Leslie Glass

looked like. It has to stay with you."
    "Jesus." Remy sniffed.
    "Lieutenant," Wayne called. "You're needed here."
    "I didn't hurt Maddy. Please tell him that," Remy begged.
    April didn't take the time to reply.

Eight
    A wkward, awkward. April hated the jockeying for position at the beginning of cases. And in the marble foyer the feng shui was as bad as it got. All the brass who'd come for their look-see had melted away. Those left behind were standing under the curve of the stairs in such a way that the energy could flow neither out the front door where the press had gathered, nor into the living room where the French doors led to the garden. The energy was trapped, stuck in a funnel like a twister, so no one could easily take the leadership position. Mike was outside, suited up in Tyvek with the Crime Scene Unit, and April felt herself being sucked into a tug-of-war.
Wayne started talking right away, his tone instantly modified. "April, April, thank you for coming so fast," he said as if she were a close friend he had summoned to the scene himself.
April was surprised by the effusiveness of the greeting, and even the fact that he had remembered her name. They'd met only for a few moments, and she had been just one person in a huge crowd. "I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmured, then quickly introduced herself to Sergeant Minnow. Right away she wanted to put some distance between herself and her husband. "I'm Lieutenant Woo."
"I've heard of you," he replied with a smile.
"I've heard of you, too," she said graciously.
Wayne ended that exchange, putting her right back in her place. "April, your husband told me you were going to take care of me. Now, I want to see my wife."
April blushed. She doubted very much that Mike had said any such thing. "Sergeant Minnow is in charge of the investigation. He'll help you with the process," she said smoothly. She wasn't going to let herself get sucked in.
"Now, now. There's no reason to be so nice. That's not what I heard." Wayne touched her arm in a familiar way.
April felt the heat in her face. Wayne was manipulative; he just kept on talking.
"I might as well be open with you. Commissioner Avery called me on my cell phone as soon as he heard. He told me you were heading the investigation."
That was highly unlikely. The police commissioner happened to be in New York Hospital that morning having double hernias repaired. April knew for a fact that he wouldn't be conscious until sometime in the afternoon. Furthermore, he didn't call people on their cell phones to tell them who was handling the case when their wives were murdered.
Wayne was completely unembarrassed about lying. "So let's get started. I want to be involved with this thing every step of the way. I want to see the scene. I want to talk to Remy. She's my right-hand person here. What did she tell you?" He asked this with an open expression.
April glanced at Sergeant Minnow, who was listening to all this very quietly. Now that the police commissioner's name had come up, he began to look worried. It was clear he didn't know the PC's schedule.
"I can't talk about confidential information," April replied after a moment.
Wayne ignored the slight. "Look, this is obvious. We all know who did it. He killed her in my gym, for Christ's sake."
"Sir?" Minnow interjected for the first time.
"He's probably at Workout now."
"Who?" Minnow locked eyes with April. She realized that he hadn't heard about the trainer yet. She didn't say anything.
It had become stifling in the foyer. Wayne actually seemed to have pumped heat into the space with all his bluster. He'd tried to pit the two detectives against each other. He'd pulled rank, dropped names. And as he did it, his color returned. April guessed that he felt better with the upper hand. Finally, he wagged his finger at Remy to join them. He thought he'd put them all in their places.
April had been at many murder scenes. Every single one had been sad and upsetting, but this was the oddest. What