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Kleberg
,
knowing
he
didn
’
t
need
a
search
warrant
to
check
whether
anyone
else
was
in
the
other
rooms
,
wandered
into
the
bedroom
and
saw
the
brown
jogging
suit
on
the
unmade
bed
.
The
place
was
a
mess
,
laundry
strewn
all
over
the
floor
.
He
glanced
inside
the
open
walk
-
in
closet
,
and
there
on
the
shelf
neatly
stacked
,
were
credit
cards
belonging
to
Donna
West
and
Carrie
Dryer
.
Even
scraps
of
paper
taken
from
the
women
.
The
brown
-
tinted
sunglasses
and
a
wallet
lay
on
the
dresser
.
He
went
to
tell
Boxerbaum
what
he
’
d
seen
,
and
found
him
in
a
dinette
that
had
been
converted
into
an
artist
’
s
studio
.
"
Look
at
this
.
"
Boxerbaum
pointed
to
a
large
painting
of
what
seemed
to
be
a
queen
or
an
eighteenth
-
century
aristocratic
lady
dressed
in
a
blue
gown
with
lace
trim
,
sitting
beside
a
piano
and
holding
sheet
music
.
The
detail
was
amazing
,
it
was
signed
"
Milligan
.
"
"
Hey
,
that
’
s
beautiful
,
"
Kleberg
said
.
He
glanced
at
the
other
canvases
lined
up
against
the
wall
,
the
brushes
,
the
tubes
of
paint
.
Boxerbaum
slapped
his
forehead
.
"
The
stains
Donna
West
said
he
had
on
his
hand
.
That
’
s
what
they
were
.
He
’
d
been
painting
.
"
Nikki
Miller
,
who
had
also
seen
the
painting
,
came
up
to
the
suspect
,
still
sitting
in
the
chair
.
"
You
’
re
Milligan
,
aren
t
you
?
"
He
looked
up
at
her
,
dazed
.
"
No
,
"
he
mumbled
.
^
"
That
’
s
a
beautiful
painting
over
there
.
Did
you
paint
it
?
"
He
nodded
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
,
"
its
signed
‘
Milligan
.
’
"
Boxerbaum
walked
up
to
Milligan
.
"
Bill
,
I
’
m
Eliot
Boxerbaum
of
the
OSU
police
.
Will
you
talk
to
me
?
"
No
response
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
eye
-
drifting
Carrie
Dryer
had
noticed
.
^
