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after the murder, or if it disappeared later. There’s no way of knowing for sure.”
    “Damn. I really hate to have to talk to the parents if this leads nowhere.”
    “We might not have a choice, but I have a friend who might be able to help.”
    “This ME you talked about?”
    She nodded, thinking of him. “Yes. If anyone knows anything about the case, it would be Dr. Keahi.”
    “Will he keep his mouth shut?”
    She chuckled, thinking of the man she’d thought of as a second father for most of her life. “Yes. If he knows about it, he will be happy to help, and happy to keep quiet.”
    Before she could continue, Drew came bursting into the office. Tall, handsome in a geeky kind of way, Drew Franklin was the perfect assistant. He had more energy than she ever remembered having, and he didn’t hesitate to lend a hand.
    “It looks like they found the killer. It’s all over the news.”
    “They have him in custody?”
    He shook his head. “They’ve surrounded a house he’s in. There’s a standoff.”
    “Damn,” McGregor said. “Is it a Monday? It feels like a bloody awful way to start the week.”
    “It is and I agree. Let’s go watch upstairs. They have better screens,” Elle said.
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    B y the time they reached the conference area, everyone had gathered to watch the breaking news. Elle noticed that there were just three seats, all close together. Graeme waited for Elle to take her seat, then he sat in the one next to her. Drew took the last one left.
    “What the hell does he think he’s going to do?” Charity asked. “He’s surrounded by men with big guns.”
    “Let’s hope he survives. We need him to be alive,” Elle said, without tearing her gaze away from the screen. He heard it there in her voice, the need to believe this man was going to help them with the murder from thirty years earlier.
    “Oh, there’s Carino,” Drew said.
    Graeme tore his attention away from Elle to look at the screen. Sure enough, the hardened detective had a megafone and was trying to coax the criminal from the house.
    “Does he have hostages?” Graeme asked.
    “They aren’t sure; that’s why they’re being careful with him right now,” Del said.
    “They’re using a heat sensor to see the heat signatures in the house,” Marcus said. “We used it in some hostage negotiations in DC. I’m sure you and Del have used it.”
    Both men had served in the military, so of course they had used it. She knew for a fact, they had both been active in Iraq.
    There was activity behind Carino, and Elle realized they were getting ready to do something. Canisters flew through the air, crashing through the windows. In the next instant, smoke billowed out from the openings.
    Within seconds, the door flew open and the suspect came running out, tumbling over the dilapidated front lanai, and then onto the barren yard. He was screaming in pain and coughing. The HPD rushed in and handcuffed him before pulling him up and dragging him over to the car.
    “Well, at least now we can see if he still has the weapon,” Elle said glancing at Graeme. “Do you think Rome will have a problem letting you observe the interrogation?”
    He shook his head. “I’ll head over.”
    “And I can call Dr. Keahi and set up a meeting with him.”
    Both of them stood, but Del stopped them.
    “Remember, no matter how much you trust the HPD, we need to keep a lid on this case. Don’t tell anyone you are working this case specifically.”
    They both nodded and headed off in different directions. Elle just had to figure out how to keep the truth from the man who had known her almost her entire life.
    McGregor was right. This was definitely a sucky Monday.

Chapter Four
    I n the past year , Graeme had learned that once arrested, there were two types of junkies. There were the ones who would blather on, refusing to shut up. Unfortunately, Sam Katsu fell into the latter category. He’d been around the block, as the Americans liked to say. The first