Terminal City

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“Not a pretty way to die, Alexandra.”

The lieutenant of Manhattan South’s Homicide Squad opened the door to the luxury hotel suite on the forty-fifth floor at the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue.

“You know of one, Loo?” I asked, following him through the elegantly appointed living room. “I mean a pretty way.”

Rocco Correlli shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He had been on the job for almost thirty years and seen more corpses than most guys in the bureau could now lay claim to, as the city’s murder rate continued its dramatic decline.

“Mike Chapman’s got one.” Pug McBride was behind me, practically stepping on my heels in his effort to stay close to Correlli. The short detective, square-bodied with a wrinkled face like the dog for which he was nicknamed, was as annoying as he was good-natured. “Says he’d like to die in bed with Gisele Bündchen’s body double-fourth down, goal to go.”

Correlli stopped short at the open bedroom door. “Shut it, Pug.”

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