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    “If you’re taking that long to think it over, the answer is no, you’re not sure.” Danvers scribbled down some notes as to the time and the exact location in the park. “We’re not going to be able to tell if it’s a man or woman, but we can use the time and place to see if we can learn anything. The park has a history of cruising and prostitution. Capital City has been working to clean it up. You might want to keep that in mind if you’re running alone there. It’s not exactly the safest route for you. Anyway, there are cameras everywhere, so we might get lucky. Then, of course, we can start asking for alibis for that evening, too.”
    I nodded. Apparently the discussion was only going to go one way, where I was telling him information.
    I filled up his coffee again, and he headed out, still mum as to what had happened. One thing was for sure. I didn’t have much faith in the cameras, or else the police would already have a suspect in custody from the video feeds from the other night.
    Carter smiled at me after Danvers left. “You’re engaged. You’re losing that touch with other men.”
    I wasn’t amused. I had already made plans to find out what I wanted to know. The family would likely have shut down the art gallery for a few days to mourn, but I figured that the campaign staff would be more concerned about paychecks and closing up the facilities. So I would be heading to the Preston campaign headquarters after work. It was only a few streets from here, so I could make a quick trip when we were done.
    I gave Carter a smile. “Does that mean that you’re losing your touch, too?” I asked, hoping to divert his thoughts from this case.
    “If that’s your way of asking if I’ve decided what to do, the answer is still no, I haven’t.” He went back to work and didn’t ask any more questions.
    ***
    Since I was staying downtown, I locked up the truck where it was and ran the cash deposit over to Land at Basque in the Sun. The kiss I got today was not intended to make me forget looking into the murder. After a few minutes, I checked my hair, added some makeup, and left the truck to go the few blocks to the campaign headquarters.
    The door was unlocked, and so I entered the storefront space. A lone woman worked in the back of the office. She lifted her head and gave me the once-over. Granted, I was in jeans and a T-shirt, but I looked respectable.
    The office was half decorated with signs urging voters to support Hamilton Preston. His image was on most of the signs, which made the situation feel somewhat surreal. The man I’d seen as a homeless person was staring at me from every corner of the room.
    A bank of phones sat on the far wall, now silent. Chairs for the campaigners were everywhere, but many had been pushed out and not returned to their original positions, making it seem like the staff had left in a hurry.
    “If you’re from the press, the press release is on that desk there.” She pointed to a stack of papers on an otherwise empty desk. I picked one up and read through it quickly. The notice merely stated that Preston’s campaign had been suspended following the discovery of his body in the park last night.
    “Any word on the cause of death yet?” I asked. I hoped that the staff member would consider me to be a reporter and answer a few questions.
    “The autopsy is scheduled for tomorrow, if I understand correctly. However, in most cases, this is pretty standard if the person wasn’t in the hospital when the death occurred,” she said in a monotone voice. I wondered if she had some real feelings for the candidate or if she’d just answered this question too many times.
    I cleared my throat. I had thought about not intruding on the woman at this point, but I decided to try a less obvious approach in hopes of finding out some details. “I really liked his opinions on the homeless in the city. Do you know of any other candidates with similar views, now that Mr. Preston