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Chapter 89
A COOL BREEZE was blowing in my face. Oh, God, what a night. What a day. What a roller coaster. I sat wrapped in a quilt out on my terrace, overlooking the south end of the bay. Nothing moving, only the lights of San Leandro in the distance. It was quarter of two. In the bedroom, Chris lay asleep. He'd earned some rest. I couldn't sleep. My body was too alive, tingling, like a distant shore with a thousand flickering lights. I couldn't help but smile at the thought: It had been a great day. "June twenty-seventh," I said aloud, "I'm go
Chapter 90
I HAD JUST GOTTEN TO MY DESK the following morning. I was flipping the Chronicle to the continuation of Cindy's article on Jenks's arrest when my phone rang. It was Charlie Clapper. His crime scene team had spent most of the night meticulously going over everything in Jenks's house. "You make a case for me, Charlie?" I was hoping for a murder weapon, maybe even the missing rings. Something solid that would melt Jenks's sneering defiance. The CSU leader let out a weary breath. "I think you should come down here and see." I grabbed my purse and the keys to our work car. In the hallway, I ran into Jacobi. "Rumors say," he grunted, "I'm no longer the man of your dreams." "You know you should never believe what you read in the Star" I quipped. "Right, or hear from the night shift." I pulled myself to a stop. Someone had spotted Chris and me last night. My mind flashed through the red-hot copy that was probably ru