ed closing out an old robbery case with "No results" when the telephone rang. He snapped it up. "Seventeenth Squad, Detective Parker. ""Hey, Parker, we just caught a double homicide at Forty-two Sutton Place South, " the crusty desk sergeant reported.Parker cursed and slammed down the phone.The crime scene was in the north penthouse apartment of a luxury co-op that stood at the edge of the East River. Two liveried doormen worked the entrance while the concierge, who stood behind a waist-high mahogany desk in the center of the elegant lobby, tended to the needs of the tenants and their guests.As Parker stepped off the elevator into the vaulted marble foyer of the north penthouse, he was greeted by Sergeant Luther Johnston, the Seventeenth's patrol supervisor. "It's a bad one, Parker. ""They usually are. " Parker looked at the three cops trying to console the well-dressed woman slumped on one of the foyer's gold brocaded armchairs. Her face was buried in her palms; she was crying. "Who's the lady?""Mrs. Elizabeth Gardner. This is her daughter's apartment. "Parker looked at the yellow ribbon of crime-scene tape stretched across the archway leading into the living room. "What's the sto
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