She Cradled the Smoking Gun: Ch 3
Detective Tom Stone studies the body — and the relationships
Detective Tom Stone made his way through the police units with crackling radios and the forensics team on-site at the estate and stepped into the home’s foyer just after nine a.m.
Paul Kaye’s body was covered by a sheet on the floor at the bottom of the staircase clothed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. His body was angled to the right of the front door, and his hand was outstretched away from the door like he was reaching for something.
The man’s wit and his dealmaking had been silenced forever.
The maid had found him when she arrived for work at seven a.m. She had a key and didn’t have to wait for anyone to let her in. The door was locked, she had told the responding officers and they reported that she was shaking and sobbing when they arrived.
Stone wondered about any surveillance cameras. Did they record the crime?
The maid was sitting in the kitchen. Stone figured working at the Kaye residence had to be a fairly low-stress gig since the house was immaculate and it didn’t look like any kids were around. She had told officers through her sobs that she had worked for the Kayes for several years.
