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“He said al to et her face Her eyes”

“Dead eyes are spooky They can stay with you”

“Yeah, hers have stayed with aze to Feeney’s “But nobody saw her face until I got there that night, Feeney The hood had fallen over it Nobody saw her face before I

did Except the murderer”

“Jesus, Dallas You don’t seriously think so throats in his off time He probably added it for impact, to make himself more important”

Now her lips curved, just a little, in a s i the focus What do you do when you’re an a reporter, Feeney, and you can’t find a hot story?”

He let out a lohistle “You make one”

“Let’s run his background See where our pal comes from”

It didn’t take Feeney long to pull up a basic sheet

C J Morse had been born in Stamford, Connecticut, thirty-three years before That was the first surprise Eve would have pegged hier His ie Melon, where her son had graduated with doubleand compuscience

“Smart little fucker,” Feeney commented “Twentieth in his class”

“I wonder if it was good enough”

His employment record was varied He’d bumped from station to station One year at a small affiliate near his hometown Six months with a satellite in Pennsylvania Nearly two years at a top-rated channel in New Los Angeles, then a stretch in a half-baked independent in Arizona before heading back East Another gig in Detroit before hitting New York He’d worked on All News 60, then made the lateral transfer to Channel 75, first in the social data unit, then into hard news

“Our boy doesn’t hold down a job long Channel 75’s his record with three years And there’s no mention of his father in family data”

“Just hly positioned ht They’d have to take time to check on how she died