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that can't be a coincidence."
    Jasi's eyes widened. "I remember hearing about Deirdre. She's Marilyn Winkler's sister."
    "We'll have to check both women out. His wife too."
    "Anyone else stand out as a possible suspect?"
    Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door.
    Jasi's face brightened. "Food."
    He opened the door and a uniformed room service attendant pushed a wheeled cart inside. On the cart two silver-dome lids covered their meals. Along with the plates and condiments, there was a glass pitcher of ice water with lemon slices, a carafe of coffee and two mugs.
    "Do you want all this on the table?" the attendant asked.
    "Just leave the cart," Ben replied. "We'll put it out in the hall when we're done."
    "Fine, sir. Please sign here."
    Ben signed the electronic receipt.
    "Thank you, sir. Here's a complimentary newspaper."
    Ben took the newspaper and gave the man a ten dollar bill. He'd write it off as an expense later.
    "Here." He tossed Jasi the newspaper. "See if there's anything in there on Winkler." He pushed the laptop to one side of the table to make room for their breakfast plates.
    "There's an article on page two," Jasi said, pouring coffee into the mugs. "And we're in it, complete with a photo of us."
    "Great," he muttered.
    "Nothing new in the article. I can't believe they found out about us so soon. They mention us by name."
    "So much for keeping a low profile, but I guess it's to be expected, considering who was murdered."
    This new development did nothing but darken his mood, and he knew Jasi felt it too.
    "Smells awesome," she said, adroitly changing the subject. She lifted the lid and grinned. "You know me so well."
    He watched as she doused the omelet in ketchup and dove into it. Jasi always ate like it was her last meal.
    "You're the only woman I know who can pack away food like a guy."
    She almost looked hurt. "I burn it all off."
    "Yeah, you're lucky that way. If I ate like you, I'd gain ten pounds a month." He picked up his fork.
    "This is heavenly," she said, her mouth full. "Great choice. Thank you, Ben."
    He was tempted to wipe the spot of ketchup from the corner of her mouth, but he didn't. It was too intimate of an action. Plus, she'd probably hit him.
    "You're so ladylike, Jazz," he teased.
    "I was raised by a man. What do you expect?" She picked up a piece of bacon with her fingers, stuffed it in her mouth, then licked her fingertips. "Shouldn't we get back to Winkler?"
    Between bites of food and sips of coffee, they reviewed their respective files, Ben on the laptop and Jasi on her data-com. Ten minutes passed before he saw something interesting.
    "Monty Winkler might have been well respected, but he did butt heads a few times on certain controversial issues."
    Jasi raised her head. "Which ones?"
    "Gun rights and gay marriage seem to be the hot spots."
    "So it's possible that one of those hot spots set off a killer." She paused. "I'll look into Ravinder Sharma, the MP that voted with Winkler on gun rights. Maybe someone was threatening them."
    "The locals have no leads yet," he said, picking at his salad. "Which is why Matthew sent us here. Today we get acquainted with Monty Winkler until we know everything about him. Tomorrow we'll head out to the crime scene, see if there's anything they overlooked."
    "Secondary crime scene," she corrected. "We don't know where Winkler was killed."
    He grinned. "Good catch. I thought you'd miss that one. We'll check it out first thing tomorrow morning.
    "Sounds like a plan. Maybe we'll get lucky."
    "Really?" he teased, one brow arching devilishly.
    She swatted his arm. "You've got a one-track mind. You know, I pity the woman who ends up with you. She'll be lucky to get out of bed each morning."
    "Aw, Jazz, you know there's only one woman for me."
    Before she could pull away, he tugged at her ponytail, thankful he'd remembered to put on his gloves.
    She scowled at him. "Enough of that."
    "But we're best friends, remember?"
    She clinked her mug against