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video recordings from surveillance cams.
    “Really? Then what else do you know is coming?”
    “Well, my liege, if His Highness was to guess, it would be a request to locate any cams that pick up pieces of the Hudson or other waters the kayak could have been on yesterday.”
    “Uncanny,” said Heat. “And when you find footage, also look for shipping. Get the names of the vessels and share them with Randall to cross-check. Sadly, I’m going to
have to separate you from your partner.”
    Feller chuckled. “You’ll need a garden hose.”
    “Detective Ochoa, I’d like you to visit Lon King’s practice on the Upper East Side.”
    “On it,” he said. “Interview his receptionist and colleagues. Basically, the same drill Inez is doing with family, only at his workplace.”
    “Right. We’re going to want to ask if they know about any disgruntled clients. It’s a sensitive area, since he dealt mostly with police officers past and present, but all
possible motives need to be explored. Especially if any threats were made.”
    Rook shifted in his chair and exhaled loudly. When Nikki turned to him, he said, “Sorry. Missed breakfast. I need a muffin.” He smiled thinly and looked away. She wondered what was
up with him.
    Ochoa said, “Captain?”
    Which made Nikki glance to the back of the squad room, expecting to see the precinct commander watching in the doorway. But she quickly realized he was addressing her and chuckled. “Sorry.
Not quite used to that,” she said. “Changes.”
    “That’s what I wanted to ask about,” Miguel went on. “The squad wanted me to ask, actually. Now that your promotion has finally come down, have you made a decision about
who will replace you as squad leader?”
    Heat had anticipated this and took a moment to survey the five detectives surrounding her: one new addition, curious about who would be her new boss, and four veterans showing various degrees of
eagerness to be the one chosen. “That’s a fair question. But this is my fair answer: I’ll make my appointment when I am ready.” Nikki saw the tide of dissatisfaction rising
in the room and added, “Obviously, I’ve had some time to think about this. And, yes, I do have some leanings. But I’m two hours into my first official day. I haven’t even
turned on the lights in my office yet. And now we have this case in which the victim is one of us. Or as close to being one of us as you can get. So I’m making a decision on the fly to keep
one foot in this bull pen as we move the investigation forward. All while I juggle my new responsibilities. Which are considerable. So to backstop me, that is why I am naming—on a temporary
basis—Miguel Ochoa and Sean Raley as interim squad co-leaders.”
    To characterize the ensuing applause as a smattering might be generous. It began with Detective Aguinaldo and Rook. Rhymer and Feller joined in a few beats too late to be considered gracious.
Raley and Ochoa regarded each other with a bit of surprise but only a bit of pleasure.
    “I’m going to ask you to coordinate all your moves with Team Roach who, in turn, will coordinate with me,” Nikki concluded. “One more thing. This is the best homicide
squad in the department. We are going to keep that good thing going. You have my word that, as soon as we wrap this case up, I will name your permanent squad leader to carry on the success of this
group. Now. Let’s go find a killer.”
    “Tell me about Lon King,” said Rook as Heat steered into the rotary at Columbus Circle on their way to brace Fat
Tommy.
    “What’s to tell? Like I said, he was the department shrink Wally Irons forced me to see. You know about that.”
    “I do. I also know, down by the river this morning, you made it sound like you only went to your one assigned session.”
    “So I went a few other times. The squad didn’t need to know my personal business. It’s not relevant.” Nikki cranked the wheel to turn onto Broadway, at the same time