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She called Dispatch and ordered an all points on the woman and her vehicle

Calut, he slowed, glanced at her “How many homicide victims have you stood for in your illustrious career, Lieutenant?”

“Stood for? That’s an odd way of putting it” Sheto focus her , dark coat with a shiny new car “I don’t know Hundreds Murder never goes out of style”

“Then I’d say you’re well past the double digits, on both sides You need to eat”

She was too hungry to argue with him

“The trouble with the cross-check is Metcalf’s diary,” Feeney explained “It’s full of cutesy little codes and syes theot naot stars, hearts, little smiley faces or scowly faces It’ll take time, and lots of it, to cross it with the copy of Nadine’s or the prosecutor’s”

“So what you’re telling me is you can’t do it”

“I didn’t say can’t” He looked insulted

“Okay, sorry I know you’re busting your coot He’s got to go for somebody else Until we find Nadine”

“You think he snatched her” Feeney scratched his nose, his chin, reached for his bag of little candied nuts “That breaks pattern, Dallas And all three bodies he hit he left where so to stumble over them pretty quick”

“So he’s got a new pattern” She sat on the edge of the desk and iy for stillness “Listen, he’s pissed Hehis way, then he fucks up, downloads the wrong woot plenty of attention, hours of airti”

She wandered to her stingy , stared out, watched as an airbus ruht bird Below, people were scattered like ants, rushing on the sidewalks, the ra business took them

There were so ets

“It’s a power thing,” Eve repeated, frowning down at the pedestrian traffic “This wolory His attention, his glory When he takes theets the kick of the kill, all the publicity The wo her way Now the public is focused on him Who is he, what is he, where is he?”

“You’re sounding like Mira,” Feeney commented “Without the thousand-credit words”