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She’s not in love with me anymore.”
    “That’s why she just begged you to stay with her?” he countered, obviously determined not to let the subject drop.
    “Someone just stuck a six-inch blade in her back! She’s scared, nothing more. Despite everything that’s happened between us, she knows I’d protect her.”
    “That wasn’t fear in her voice. It was love. She wanted you to stay because she loves you…case closed.”
    Gage focused on Sam’s face. Had he heard Brooklyn say she loved him? He watched the man carefully, finally satisfied his friend was merely stating a thought. “Believe what you want to, but I prefer to live in the real world.” He watched a group of people cross the street, as Sam stopped for a red light. “She’s moved on. Emma told me she went out on a date last week.”
    Sam snorted. “It wasn’t a date it was a charity dinner. And she went with Emma’s brother as a favour, so stop trying to change the subject. I know for a fact Brooklyn’s still hung up on you.”
    Sam took the next left, easing his car over to the kerb, wedging it between two police cruisers. Gage stepped out, turning his collar against the chill. The March day was cold and dull, with the promise of rain cloaking the city. He followed Sam through the throng huddled outside the store, stopping long enough for Sam to flash his badge at the cop standing guard.
    “Sam.”
    Sam and Gage turned towards the voice, watching a tall, dark-skinned man move towards them. “Trevor.” Sam shook the man’s hand. “You remember my partner, Gage Matthews.”
    Trevor nodded, exchanging a firm handshake with Gage. “We met a few months ago, at a party.” He turned back to Sam. “Sorry to call so soon, but the Commissioner wants this cleared up. He says it’s bad for tourism to drag crime scene investigations out so long.”
    “Since when is twenty-four hours long?” asked Gage.
    “Hey, you and I know it, but try telling it to headquarters.” Trevor sighed and nodded at Gage. “Sorry to hear about your wife. I’m glad she’s going to be all right.” He waved his hand towards the back of the store. “Everything’s still the way we found it. The clean-up crew should be along within the hour, so feel free to take any pictures or samples you want. But I’ll tell up front. Our guys didn’t find anything other than a single, black fibre. And from what I’ve heard, it’s typical black wool. Could’ve been bought at any department store. I’ve been told they ran the prints and blood, but everything came back as Brooklyn’s. I’m afraid whoever did this, didn’t leave anything behind for us to find.”
    “Maybe not,” said Gage. “But if it’s all the same, I’d like to see for myself.”
    Trevor nodded, stepping aside as Sam headed for the back. Gage followed, nearly slamming into the man’s back when Sam stopped in front of the men’s washroom. Gage stared at the yellow tape crossing the door and frowned.
    “I thought Brooklyn was stabbed in the woman’s washroom?” he said, flicking the edge of the tape.
    “I found that puzzling as well,” said Sam, “ until I noticed this.” He pointed to a trail of blood droplets scattered across the floor. “I’ve been thinking that maybe the creep attacked her out here, then dragged her inside.”
    “Possible,” said Gage. “But then why didn’t she scream? Trust me, Brooklyn wouldn’t go quietly.” He glanced back down at the blood. “It could have dropped off the knife on his way out,” he suggested before looking away, remembering it was Brooklyn’s blood on the floor.
    Sam shuffled up beside him, grabbing his arm. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”
    Gage brushed off Sam’s hand. “I didn’t come all the way down here just to stand in the hallway.” He gave Sam a quick nod. “It’s okay. I can handle it.”
    Sam pursed his lips, pausing with his hand on the door, before pushing it open and stepping inside. Gage followed him in. The room