Her problem was she knew not when to stop eating; that had to be the only rational explanation the concierge could think of as the homicide investigation entered the building and headed for the elevator. His hands shook as he wiped more fluid off from his face.
Detective Samuels tapped his pencil on the side of his neck as he thought up a way to properly articulate his question.
He finally decided upon two words: “She popped?”
“Popped,” explained the concierge. “Like a balloon; a ghastly balloon. It was hideous.”
