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every day—the coast or the lush valleys that lay between the mountain ranges.
    There had been a time when all Mendez had thought about was relocating to Virginia to have a career as a profiler for the FBI. He had spent some weeks there in the early eighties attending the FBI National Academy course. There he had met his mentor, Vince Leone, who was nothing short of a legend with the Bureau, first in the Behavioral Sciences Unit, then the Investigative Support Unit.
    Vince had encouraged him to become an agent, but Mendez had returned to Oak Knoll, partly out of a sense of obligation to his boss, but partly because he loved it there. His family was around. He loved the town and the area and all it had to offer. Then Vince had ended up coming to Oak Knoll for the See-No-Evil murders, and had never left.
    Retired from the Bureau, Leone now worked as a consultant to law enforcement agencies all over the world and raked in major bucks as a speaker. He pulled Mendez in on cases when he could, furthering his education. Tony knew that when he was ready to leave the SO, Vince would take him full-time.
    All that and he got to stay in a place he loved. He was a lucky guy.
    The streets of Santa Barbara were busy with residents and tourists. Mendez found his way to East Figueroa, parked, and went into the big white two-story building that housed the police department and went in search of Detective Tanner.
    He thought of himself as a modern kind of a guy, but he had to admit he hadn’t come across any women in detective divisions, and Tanner had come as a surprise to him.
    In recent years, the journals had been full of articles about women fighting for equality in what had always been the man’s world of law enforcement. He remembered guys at his own SO having their noses out of joint over Sheriff Dixon hiring female deputies. It was rarer still to see women in plainclothes divisions, and the stuff of headlines when a woman made it to the top ranks.
    For the most part, he didn’t see a problem with a woman being a detective. The job was mostly mental, not physical. But he had his doubts about a female detective sitting down across the table from the kind of scumbags detectives routinely had to question.
    As he came into the investigative division the door to an interview room opened and a petite blonde woman backed out, pointing her finger and shouting at whoever was still in the room.
    “—and you’re nothing but a fucking piece of dirt, you know that? You think you can sit there and snicker at me like you’re fucking twelve years old? Think again, asshole! Do that to me again and I’ll kick your fucking balls up to your ears!”
    Mendez stared like a deer in headlights.
    The woman had a badge clipped to her belt at the waist of a trim pair of black trousers. The black T-shirt she wore fit her like a second skin. Her dishwater blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
    She slammed the door to the interview room and turned to look square at Mendez. Her eyes were as green as a cat’s.
    “I’m sorry, sir,” she said with that same slightly hoarse voice he’d heard over the phone. “Can I help you?”
    “Tony Mendez,” he said.
    She had the grace to blush a little—or maybe that flush on her cheeks was still anger. Hard to say.
    She stuck a hand out at him and squeezed his fingers with the grip of a nutcracker. “Danni Tanner. Sorry you had to hear that.”
    “Interesting technique,” Mendez commented. “You got a tough one in there?”
    The door to the interview room opened again and a tall guy in a rumpled suit came out with a smirk on his face.
    Tanner glared at him. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face.”
    “Go take a Midol.”
    “Fuck you and your whole fucking family, Morino.”
    “ Mor-on -o,” she muttered half under her breath as Morino casually gave her the finger and walked away.
    Tanner made a face of utter disgust, then turned back to Mendez. “My partner,” she said. “How’d I get so