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"Right, I know," Jagger said "When did she die? I was esti"

"Then you’re right on," Dewey told hi, but give et as quickly as you get it," Jagger said

"I have two shooting deaths, a motorcycle accident, a possible vehicular homicide--not to enarian over her husband’s death, even though he’s been suffering fro the set expression on Jagger’s face "Sure, Lafarge I’ll put a rush on it This is the kind of thing you’ve got to get a handle on quickly, God knows We get enough sensationalist e around here I don’t want to see a frenzy start"

"Thanks," Jagger told hisby family tomb one more tierprints in the dust No footprints No sign whatsoever of how the girl had come to lie, bloodless and beautiful, upon the dusty to dead patriarch

He wanted the CSUs, Tony and the unifor to do that he needed to tackle on his own

He lowered his sunglasses from the top of his head to his eyes and walked back out into the brilliant light of the early fall

The sky was cloudless and brilliantly blue The air was pleasant, without the dead heat of summer

It see with life

"Hey, Detective DeFarge!"

It was Celia Larson, forty, scrubbed, the no-nonsense head of the crio on in? I’ve hadthe area, around the entry, around the to such tourist hangouts, folks had been traot the call We’ve collected every possible saet inside"

"It’s all yours, Celia And good luck"

She leaned into the ly, "You and Dewey have tramped all over the footprints"

"There were no footprints"

"There had to be footprints," she said flatly, as if he was the worst kind of fool

He shrugged and smiled

"None, but, hey, you’re the expert You’ll see e ht?" he asked pleasantly Celia wasn’t his favorite civil servant hom to work She considered every police officer, fro better to do than mess up her crime scene She didn’t seem to understand the concept of teamwork--or that she was the technician, and the detectives used her inforether, find the suspect and make the arrest Celia had seen way tooto be the detective who solved every case Still, he did his best to be level-tempered and professional, if not pleasant He did have to ith the woet her ie out to the media"

She waved a hand dis to be an ordinary case And he wasn’t going to be able to investigate in any of the customary ways

He made it as far as the sidewalk

Then he saw real trouble

He groaned inwardly Of course she would show up Of course--despite the fact that he’d only just seen the corpse himself, word had traveled

She didn’t look like trouble Oddly enough, she came with a s She was tall and sliraceful movements

Her eyes were blue They could be al as ht

Naturally she was a blonde Not that brunettes couldn’t be just as beautiful, just as angelic looking--or just asblond hair Like her eyes, it seeolden in the sun, platinuht and always as smooth and soft as silk as it curled over her shoulders She had a fringe of bangs that were both waiflike and the height of fashion

And naturally she was here