“STEP back! Don’t touch a thing! I don’t want any evidence tampered with!” Joe Ritter was in his element. He ordered Nancy and Bess back from the scene of Maximilian’s death and whipped a small black walkie-talkie from his pocket. “Okay, fellas—can you hear me? We got a little mess here at the Plaza. A little accident up here on the main power grid. A guy’s been electrocuted. Send me some support right away.” “Oh, FU never fall asleep tonight. Not with that in my brain.” Bess turned away and shu...t her eyes tightly. Nancy slipped an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “I’m sorry you had to see this, Bess. I should have suspected—” She tried to comfort her. Within minutes the place was swarming with police photographers and fingerprinters. Nancy and Bess stood around watching the professionals at work for a while. Then they decided to go back up to Nancy’s suite so Nancy could change her clothes. Later, up in the suite, a kind of grim mood overcame them. It was hard to shake the memory of Maximilian’s death.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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