Craig Lenzati, the rich and powerful CEO of Chicago's answer to Microsoft, is found brutally murdered with stab wounds all over his body. The murder is reported anonymously, and a quick and quiet resolution to the case is demanded by City Hall. Meanwhile, the list of suspects is almost endless and that along has the powers-that-be breathing down the necks of Chicago Police Detectives Paul Turner and Buck Fenwick. But as the two struggle to untangle the case and find the killer, they soon learn that the killer has only just begun. "Combining murder and microchips, rapid-fire patter zings across the pages in this latest Turner mystery, which showcases Zubro at the top of his form. Sure to please present fans and win new ones." - Booklist Mark Richard Zubro is the Lambda Literary Award winning author of two gay mystery series - the Tom & Scott series featuring high school teacher Tom Mason and his lover professional baseball player Scott Carpenter, and the Paul Turner series, featuring gay Chicago Police Detective Paul Turner. He is a high-school teacher, and president of the teacher's union, in the Chicago suburb of Mokena, Illinois. Sex and Murder.com A Paul Turner Mystery By Mark Richard Zubro Stonewall Inn Mysteries Copyright © 2002 Mark Richard Zubro All right reserved. ISBN: 9780312287191 Sex and Murder.com 1 It is surprisingly easy to pick a victim. The real problem is waiting for the one you've chosen to be sufficiently frightened before killing them. The waiting can be a pain in the ass.   Standing in the bedroom doorway, Detectives Paul Turner and Buck Fenwick gazed at the dead body. Neither of them had gaped at a murder scene in years, but Turner thought that if he was going to gape at one, this was it. He could see blood covering or splashed on or flecked over every surface. The man who had become a pincushion for the killer lay in the middle of the floor. He had bled copiously from stab wounds on his face, neck, chest, arms, stomach, thighs, and calves.Fenwick said, "I hate to go too far out on a limb here, but my guess is that we have a very, very, very, very, very angry killer.""That's so like you," Turner said, "always jumping to wild conclusions.""I feel philosophical angst when I don't jump to conclusions.""I hope that isn't catching. Anybody been in here?"Fenwick wrinkled up his nose. "It smells like piss."The dead man's wet and stained boxer shorts were the only clothing he wore. They were soaked, but they weren't red. Turner knew it wasn't blood.Tommy Quiroz, one of the beat cops, said, "I know my training. I didn't touch anything. I waited for you guys.""How'd you get in?" Fenwick asked."The gate was open. We found the entire security system completely shut down.""What kind of system?" Turner asked."As far as we could tell, he had alarms on all the doors and windows, even those on the second floor. A surveillance camera on the street entrance."Fenwick said, "Did the victim shut it down, and if so why? Although my money is on the killer shutting it down."All of them moved aside for the personnel from the medical examiner's office and the evidence techs to enter the room.Continuing to be careful not to step in any of the smears of blood, the three cops retreated to the hallway to wait for the experts to finish their work."Who is this guy?" Turner asked.Tommy Quiroz flipped open his notebook. "I assume it's Craig Lenzati, the owner. We found a wallet in one of the other rooms. My partner says he was rich. Place is sure big enough for it to be true. I think I read something in the papers about this guy owning half the Loop.""I always wondered who owned the other half," Fenwick said."It's nice of you to be willing to share," Turner said.The mansion was south and east of the Loop, the Prairie Avenue District. These homes had been spared by the GreatChicago Fire back in 1871. The fire had traveled north and east from its origins on the site of the current Fire Academy between Jefferson and Clinton Streets just south of Taylor. Turner found it intriguing that they had decided to build the academy on the site of the conflagration's beginning.All the rooms on the ground floor had high ceilings with windows close to the ground. Each room they'd seen had been crammed with antiques."Supposedly he owned a lot of real estate, businesses, and politicians." Quiroz leaned closer. "The rumor is the call reporting the crime came in from the police superintendent's office.""As in Devin Nelson superintendent of police in Chicago?" Turner asked."Himself.""How's old Devin?" Fenwick asked."I don't know if he asked for you specifically," Quiroz said."He doesn't call me much anymore," Fenwick said."The superintendent found the body?" Turner asked. "Was it someone in his office or the superintendent himself who called?""I don't know."Fenwick said, "We need to find out the sequence of events and who was involved in them, even if it includes everyone in the superintendent's office, which would