"I last saw Marina about 3:00 o'clock," Anthony told police. "She was inside the apartment. Tom [Lally] was here."
The cop took notes. Anthony kept looking over into the living room as another officer questioned Lally.
"Was she on any medications or anything?"
"No," Anthony said.
"How was she feeling?"
"As far as I know, pretty good."
"What'd you and Mr. Lally do today?"

Anthony explained: "We left about 3:00 and, in Tom's truck, took a ride over to the Emerald Square Mall. I drove."
"Why?"
"Tom's license is suspended."
"What did you buy at the mall?"
"We went there to get some more minutes for my cell phone."
The apartment was clean. Tidy. Picked up. Marina was no neat freak, but she liked to keep her place clean, that's for sure. Nothing seemed out of place.
Nothing missing.
From the looks of it, Marina Calabro had taken a misstep and fell several flights of stairs to her painful death.
But cops weren't satisfied with Anthony's answers. They wanted more.




