The dispatcher put me through to Friedman, who’d just been in the process of getting Marie Kramer’s unlisted phone number, to call me. “The gun’s turned up,” he said. “Or, at least, it figures to be the gun. It’s a .38 Smith and Wesson revolver. Which fits. It’s a .38 that killed Quade, according to the lab.” “Where was the gun found?” “That’s the odd part,” Friedman said. “They found it at the scene. Or, at least, close to the scene. As I understand the layout, there’s a long driveway that goes along the north side of Guest’s house, leading to the garage at the rear, where entrance was effected. Right?” “Right.” “And the murderer—Kramer, we assume—killed Quade at the rear of the house, off the garage, then exited onto the driveway through a side door, also toward the rear of the house. From there, he had to go back the way he came, down the driveway to the front sidewalk. Right?” “Right.” “Well, he apparently ditched the gun in some shrubbery that’s planted in front of the house, close to the sidewalk.”
