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"I don’t look like I’ to have a coronary," Zane objected stiffly

"Sure, you don’t," Ty responded placatingly "Have you had your blood pressure checked lately?"

Zane narrowed his eyes "Not recently Are you insinuating I ought to?"

Ty shrugged noncommittally and smiled crookedly "That or unclench your ass a little"

"Gee, thanks," Zane muttered "Any other advice you want to bestow?"

"Just soed as he turned to look back at the white-board

Zane watched his back, wondering why the conversation had turned semiserious He didn’t like it "What do you care?"

Ty looked down and to the side slightly, nototherwise as he watched Zane in the periphery of his vision "What makes you think I do, Hot Shot?" he countered in a a ‘fuck off’ would fit really well about now, so, fuck off"

"Why does it bother you so htly and looked at his partner "What do you care what I say or do?"

"I already told you, I don’t do violins So back to your whiteboard,"

Zane said crankily He wasn’t going to open himself up for more criticis like he’d bit into sorinned widely and turned back around He enjoyed irritating Zane more than he had others in the past He wasn’t sure why, but he did "They never ran a check of the phone calls made to and from Sanchez’s hotel room,"

he said abruptly "We should look into that"

"Reilly and Sanchez’s," Zaneall that charitable

"Hmm?" Ty asked distractedly

"They shared a room," Zane reminded "They were partners There were two of them?"

Ty stared at theback at the board "Whatever," he finally grunted "I’d also like to look at their belongings," he said after a ators just didn’t recognize it Might give us sonize it, but you think you will?" he inquired with a suely

Zane shrugged and ot" He slid his finger down another colu to reht before "Why as?"

Ty looked up with a frown, then back down at the report in his hands

"I don’t know," he said as he picked up another and paged through it "Maybe they’re not in yet?" he suggested doubtfully

"It’s been alh sheets "They should have been in with all the other lab work" He pushed out of the chair "I’ over to the lab Maybe they’re just stuck in with the ME’s notes You want to cohtly "Not really," he answered honestly as he looked back up at the board

"I think you’re taking this inept and lazy objective a little too far,"

Zane colance up at Zane

Zanehis back and walking out of the rooo poking a Recon Marine Not without at least two guns in hand

Storing the tidbit away, he headed down the quiet corridor, and his footsteps echoed on the worn floor

When he entered the records room off the lab there was no one at the desk, so he leaned over it, calling out a hello He heard movement back in the stacks of files, but didn’t see anyone He skirted around the desk and peered into the well-lit recess, but there was no one there

"Can I help you with soer asked froe of alanced over his shoulder, concealing a sainst the desk Zane had just passed, see appeared out of nowhere "It’s lunch break No one down here," he said softly

Zane recovered froent a s whatever you’re doing for a bit, maybe you can help er asked as he gestured for Zane to follow him

"Some of the medical examiner files froo There would have been routine skin and nail scrapings and hair clippings, that sort of thing They’re not in the resource file," Zane explained

"Third and fourth," Henninger replied with a nod "Those were the girls with the dyed hair, right?" he asked Zane

"Yeah," Zane answered as they walked between the stacks "Where’s your partner?" he asked curiously He hadn’t seen Morrison since yesterday afternoon

"Taking a long lunch," Henninger answered haltingly "Girlfriend thing," he explained with a glance back at Zane