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I laughed, said, “Be glad for that coffee cake, ain”

We aiting for phone calls A blurry photo of Hawk being wheeled out of the Ca Chronicle It was unlikely someone could ID hiht, rabbed the receiver and heard Charlie Clapper’s voice

“Lindsay,” he said, “there were a dozen prints on that bottle and the foil it rapped in”

“Tell ood”

“I’d love to, ot for sure is a match to Hawk’s prints, and he’s not in AFIS”

“There’s a shock So he’s still a John Doe and, I take it, so is Pidge”

“Sorry, kiddo The only other ot was to Connor Campion”

I sighed, said, “Thanks anyway, Charlie,” and stabbed the blinking button of my second line

Chuck Hanni’s voice sounded wound-up, excited

“Glad I got you,” Hanni said “There’s been a fire”

I pressed the speaker button so Conklin could hear

“It just happened a few hours ago in Santa Rosa,” Chuck said “Two fatalities I’m on the way out there now”

“It’s arson? You think it’s related to our case?”

“The sheriff told me that one of the vics was found with a book in his lap”

I stared at Conklin, knowing he was thinking the sae hadn’t wasted any time