About the Book

Too True to be Good

Jack Renfro, the graying homicide detective from the District of Columbia Metropolitan Police, knew it from so much experience it seemed almost boring when he stepped into the room and saw the scene before him. Mob killings in hotel rooms usually involved a quickly subdued male victim who knew his executioners, with little or no signs of struggle. And yes, a pillow with a bullet hole through it.

And those were Renfro’s first thoughts when he entered the room in the ever-elegant Willard Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue and saw the body on the king-size bed. Housekeeping, delivering afternoon bathroom supplies, had discovered the body only thirty-six minutes earlier. If there had been nothing else, Renfro promptly would have sized up the murder as a probable organized crime hit, the elimination of a member who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, or maybe his pants buckled around the boss’s wife.

But this time something didn’t rhyme.