O’Roarke pointedly looked at all the paintings of Samantha again and then back at Monty.
Monty blushed. “Yeah, I paint her a lot but I don’t know her. I’ve only met her once...she’s a neighbor…” He trailed off then, connecting the dots finally, realized that the police were in his apartment. “Why? Did she complain about me?”
Stella Garcia had been making a slow circuit around the room on the pretense of admiring the art. She had returned in time to hear this exchange.
“Should she have?” she asked Monty.
“No! No, it’s just that I watch the neighbors and …her…a lot from my windows…”
“And you paint her.” Stella framed it as a statement not a question.
“Well, yeah. But it’s not as weird as it sounds.”
O’Roarke and Garcia had been partners for six years and had learned very quickly that, given her looks and gender, Stella should play the ‘good cop’ whenever possible.
Monty is a struggling, unknown artist, living in a loft in Soho. From his third floor walk up, he watches his beautiful neighbor as she comes and goes. Too shy and reclusive to ask her out, he paints her again and again. Suddenly the police are at his door. His goddess, his dream woman is dead and the police like him for the crime.
Detective Roarke sifts through the forensics, motives and physical evidence and at first glance it seems that all the evidence points to the strange artist who is obsessed with the beautiful actress. But, as time passes, several other suspects come to the attention of Detective Roarke and the case is now not so open and shut. As the detective immerses himself in her life, it turns out that she has more than one secret.
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