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direction of the crew.
    Spinelli couldn’t really tell who he was
pointing at, but he would surely find out which of the crew they
were later. Then he and Walker would have a chat with them.
    “Why didn’t they go with you?”
    “I don’t know. They had some errands to run
or something. They’re not required to eat with us,” Buhr said
unable to hide the defensiveness in his tone.
    Spinelli glanced toward the construction
workers. “We’ll need to talk with O’Neil and Crass. Which ones are
they?”
    Rather than answer, Buhr yelled across the
room, “O’Neil, Crass, you guys need to come over here.”
    Every construction worker’s head snapped in
Buhr’s direction, and then slowly most heads turned toward just two
of the workers. Spinelli would have been able to identify the two
even if the others hadn’t zoned in on them. The second Buhr yelled
their names the blood drained from their faces. O’Neil and Crass
slowly walked toward him and Walker.
    “Buhr told us you didn’t eat lunch with the
rest of the crew today. Is that correct?”
    They both nodded.
    “What did you do on your lunch break?”
    The shorter of the two men spoke for the both
of them. “We buzzed through the Burger King drive through and then
went to the jewelry store to get Valentine’s Day gifts for our
wives.”
    Spinelli thought about the ring in his pocket
for Shannon. What would he do with it now? A crater the size of the
Grand Canyon filled his chest. Damn it. Focus!
    “So you both were together the entire
time?”
    The two men nodded in unison.
    Spinelli and Walker finished questioning the
men and headed back to the precinct.
    “Are you okay?” Walker asked as he wove their
unmarked car through the heavy traffic.
    Spinelli sat in the passenger seat staring
out the front window. “Yeah, why?”
    “You seem a bit distracted. And when those
two guys talked about stopping by the jewelry store, your jaw
knotted so tight I was sure I could hear your bones cracking.”
    “Well, we’ve got three dead cupids on our
hands, and it’s only 3:00. I guess you could say I might be a bit
distracted.”
    “Nope, that’s not it,” Walker responded as he
signaled and turned left.
    “What?”
    “Nice try but we both know murder doesn’t
affect you like that,” Walker said as a chuckle escaped his lips,
“and don’t forget, I’m a trained observer.”
    Spinelli sat silent.
    “So, how’s Shannon? What have you got planned
for tonight?” Walker asked.
    Spinelli’s jaw clenched. “She’s fine, and I
plan on catching a killer,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
    Walker parked in the back lot of the
precinct.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Spinelli flung his
coat over the back of his desk chair and sauntered over to Marsh’s
desk. He looked over his shoulder as he sifted through files on
Tony Rosso’s laptop. Marsh pointed at the screen. “Look at
this.”
    Walker stepped up behind Marsh as well.
“What’s that?” he asked.
    “Rosso’s bank records. How is it that a
bartender has over $20,000 in his checkbook and nearly $300,000 in
his mutual fund, especially when he’s paying an arm and a leg for
his fancy high-rise apartment on the waterfront?”
    “What is he into?” Spinelli asked.
    “That’s the million dollar question,” Marsh
replied
    Spinelli’s phone buzzed. He yanked it from
its holder. “Spinelli here.”
    “I’ve got the pathologist report from Bethany
for your first two victims. Cause of death is cyanide poisoning. I
can only guess, but I bet your third cupid’s report will come back
the same.”
    “Hmm, cyanide. I wonder why cyanide.”
    “It’s highly toxic, almost always deadly, and
works quickly, especially if ingested like it was.”
    “They ate it?”
    “Looks like it. I can’t say they knew they
ate it, but they did.”
    “Interesting.”
    Spinelli disconnected the call and filled
Walker and Marsh in on the details.
    The three of them eyed the pictures of the
dead cupids hanging on the crime