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"DNA?" McAffee asked.
Sta
"Fingerprints?" Kerr asked.
"Nothing we can't explain."
They all turned their heads toward the tapping sound on the glass wall of the conference room, to see Commander Barry Co
"Hey, Qui
"Yeah. Me, too."
Qui
As they walked together through the squad room, Qui
"Have a seat." The commander shut his office door and walked around his desk, then locked his ice-blue eyes on Qui
"I told you. He's a suspect in the Homey Helen threats."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
Co
"Circumstantial at the moment. A gut feeling."
Co
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I'll have to yank you off the case and run all over town kissing ass trying to keep you working out of my station house. And you know how downright disagreeable I get when I have to kiss ass."
Qui
"Don't worry about Timmy Burke," Qui
"I'm not worried about him, you stubborn Mick. I'm worried about you, so sit down while I'm talking to you."
Qui
"Now listen up, Stacey. You do a damn fine job, but you're walking a fine line here, and you need to watch your back."
Qui
"Burke's been saying things. He says you're sleeping with Miss Adams, and-"
Qui
"He's lying, as usual. I'm not sleeping with her."
Co
"But it's not because of lack of trying on my part."
The commander snorted with laughter. "Yeah, well, keep me posted if the lovely lady succumbs to your charms and all, 'cause then I'll have to take you off the case. You know I wouldn't care except that with this being a high-profile victim and with Tim Burke involved-Christ Almighty, Stacey-there can't be a hint of conflict ofinterest anywhere. Burke's making a hell of a lot of noise. Are we understanding each other?"
"Sure."
"Now." Co
"We've narrowed the field," Qui
Co
"Your standard jilted lover," Qui
Co
"I just filled in some holes for her. She's smart. She figured that one out all on her own, Commander."
"And you're sure about the calls and the flowers and the visits?"
"Yep. I got the florist records this morning-forty-two deliveries since they broke up last spring. I've seen the phone records from her office, and the ones from her home are coming this afternoon. He's on the security video from her building, right there pounding on her door. So it's not like I'm up the guy's butt for no reason-he's a suspect. A real suspect. I'm just doing my job."
"But nothing else on him?"
"No. No prints. No match from his work printer. He claims he doesn't have a printer at home and I don't think we've got enough for a search warrant yet, unfortunately."
"You're right. Now tell me about the brother."
Qui
"You've lost me, Stace. I don't see a motive here."
Qui
"That would pay for a hell of a lot of day trades."
"And maybe another wife or two." Qui
"So you've got close to nothing."
"The letters are coming more often, and our guy says he's ready to move. We've got Miss Adams covered twenty-four/seven. It won't be long."
Commander Co
"I understand."
"Any co
Qui
Both Qui
"But it's something, and it's more than what we've got on the brother, or anyone else for that matter."
Co
"Stan and I are going to keep looking for co
Co
"Got it."
"And keep your drawers on."
"Yes, sir."
"And see you at practice tonight."
"I'll be there."