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I said to Stevens, “Sorry to interrupt, Sergeant I’m Lindsay Boxer My partner, Rich Conklin”

Stevens said, “I recognize you, Boxer You look like your father”

“I guess I do”

“Iyou to Robbie Crusoe’s, sit you on the bar top while atched the games outta Candlestick You didn’t like beer”

I smiled “I do now”

“Like I said, you take after your father”

I didn’t recognize Stevens and I didn’t want to think about Marty Boxer My father hadn’t been the worst cop in the world, but he had been a degenerate gambler and worse He had left my mother with terminal breast cancer when I was thirteen, ain until I was out of college I’d seen him a couple of times after that, and he’d been in touch with iven hi

As far as I knew, Marty Boxer was dead At any rate, he was dead to me

Conklin told Stevens, Moran, and Hallows, “We’ve been here for about an hour and can fill you guys in on e found”

Stevens said, “Okay, shoot But before you do, what brings you to our crime scene?”

I ju

“Same as when I spoke to you the last time,” I said “A citizen phoned me about a street person who had been shot dead and left for the buzzards”

Conklin shotlook Stevens smirked and said, “Maybe your informant was the doer Didja think of that?”

My partner cleared his throat and continued with his report

“Boxer and I arrived at eight thirty to find four unifor down the scene—two at the western peri watch over the body They had a witness statement but no ID on the witness, and he left the scene One bystander identified the victiht over there, by their SUV