LOS ANGELES -- A man lies flat on his stomach on the floor of an apartment high above the La Brea Tar Pits.
He isn’t moving. His hands are tied behind his back and his eyes are open and still. His face rests in a pool of blood spilling from his neck.
A glass candle-holder is shattered on the ground nearby and a chair is knocked over, signs of a struggle in the otherwise neat apartment.
