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    “Breakfast,” he said, excitedly, “Thanks, man.”
    Song laughed and shook his head.
    Mattice smiled and said, “Good morning, Miss Peirce,” as Song and Brooklyn were leaving the police station.
    “Good morning, detective.”
    Before going out the door, Brooklyn overheard Mattice say: “Now Junior, I don’t want to see you in here again. You got off easy this time. Mr. Thomas has agreed to let you put in a couple of hours at his shop to pay for the damaged window. Little man, you have to listen to your mama.”
    Song walked Brooklyn down the stairs of the police station while a security guard stood by the door of her Town Car patiently waiting. The air was thick and humid. Beams of the early morning sunlight pushed through the wispy clouds. When they reached the bottom step Brooklyn turned and faced Song.
    “Miss Peirce, thanks again for coming in, I realize this wasn’t easy for you. Here’s my card; if you think of anything or if you need to talk, just call me, my cell number is on there too.”
    “You’re welcome, detective. The coffee alone made the trip worthwhile.”
    They exchanged smiles as she entered the limo. The windows were tinted, but he held up his hand and waved, as the car pulled into traffic.

Chapter 11
    Song and Mattice were standing in Lieutenant Irene Phillips’ office filling her in on their investigation thus far. Irene in her late 50’s, was a former marine and the mother of five. Being female and African American, she had faced her share of discrimination. Due to her perseverance and hard work, her squad had come to respect and admire her. They closed more cases than any other precinct in the city.
    She popped a piece of Nicorette gum in her mouth while reading over Song’s report. “You need to talk to the governor, his aide and Miss Carmen as soon as possible. You should also know that the feds have launched their own investigation, so whatever information we gather, we’ll be it sharing with them. They have established a multi-jurisdiction task force.”
    Mattice sneered. “Shit! We’ll do all the work and in the end they’ll get all the credit!”
    “I don’t give a shit who gets the credit, just catch this asshole!’ Lieutenant Phillips said.
    “We’re making progress and have a few more witnesses coming in today,” Song informed Lieutenant Phillips.
    “Good! We’ll be holding a press conference later this evening; I expect both of you to look presentable. Go home, get some rest and then hit the pavement.“
    “You got it,” Mattice said.

Chapter 12
    Brooklyn was attending the weekly staff meeting at the Coretta Scott King elementary school. At the conclusion, the principal, Alice Harewood, said, “Before we go about our day, I would like to tell Miss Peirce that our thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.”
    Brooklyn thanked everyone. As the staff filed out of the auditorium, Brooklyn’s friend, Lonette Mitchell, called to her.
    Lonette was petite and full-figured, dressing exclusively in animal prints. Today she wore a leopard print jumpsuit with matching wedges. Lonette often referred to herself as “fun-size.”
    “Girl, I’m so sorry to hear about your father and Lydia,” Lonette said, giving Brooklyn a big hug.
    “Thanks Lonette, he’s coming home today and Lydia’s condition has stabilized.”
    “Thank God!”
    “I’m going over to my dad’s when I get out of work today. How did your date go last night?” Brooklyn asked, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.
    “Girl, I thought you’d never ask; can you believe we went-”
    “Excuse me, Brooklyn,” her coworker Harold Donovan said, “I just wanted to let you know I was shocked to hear about the shooting.” He pulled out a hanky and blew his nose. “I’m sorry, it’s allergy season.”
    Harold was average height and medium build with a paunch above his belt. He was the music teacher at the school for the last ten years. Most of the staff thought of him as eccentric and