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around. She doesn’t have much of it to throw.”
    That brought a smile, however reluctant, to Daly’s freckled face. “Guess not. Listen, Yu…damn, that’s awkward. Your name, I mean.”
    She smiled wryly. “I know. But it provides amusement for so many people—‘Hey, Yu! This is me—is this Yu?’”
    He snorted. “Bet you’ve heard ’em all. I guess I came down a little hard.”
    “Not a problem.” At least she hoped it wouldn’t be. They were connecting better now. “At the moment, Chief, I don’t know if this is my case or not, but it could be. Magic was used on that tattoo.”
    “Well, shit, I guess it would have to be, wouldn’t it? Can’t tattoo a werewolf without magic to make it stick. But the slice to his throat wasn’t magic.”
    “No, but if magic incapacitated him, or prevented that slice from healing—”
    “Is that possible?” He frowned heavily, then glanced at his watch. “I’m supposed to meet with one of my detectives in ten minutes. Going to be late.”
    “I’ll walk out with you. Mr. Wright—”
    “Morton,” he said amiably.
    “Morton, it was good to meet you. I like your philosophy. Chief,” she said as she headed with him toward the door, “what’s your theory about the lack of blood on the body?”
    “Don’t have one, but I’ll be asking my people to account for it. My people.” He snorted again and shoved the door, which opened into a small anteroom almost as cheerless as the morgue itself—cement walls and floor, battered file cabinets, a single desk for Morton Wright. “Don’t mean to make it sound like I’ve got dozens on this case. I don’t have dozens in the whole damned department. I meant the Medical Examiner and the detective who’s got the case. She’s county, of course—the ME—not one of mine, but we’ve worked together a long time now. She’s solid.”
    He’d sure mellowed. “That would be Alicia Chavez, and I agree—she’s solid. She’s got good people under her, too. Do you have an idea when Hilliard was killed?”
    “Tuesday night, probably between eleven and three a.m. That’s unofficial, but it fits with when Hilliard was last seen.”
    “Who saw him last?”
    “Other than the killer, that would be Amos McPherson, over at the Stop-N-Shop. You know Dr. Chavez? I’m taking the stairs,” he added, headed that way. There was an elevator, of course, for the gurneys that carried the bodies to the morgue. It was painfully slow, so she didn’t blame him for avoiding it. “I spend too damned much time at my desk. Need to move when I get the chance. Doctor doesn’t like my blood pressure.”
    “Stairs are fine.” She started up them behind him. “I used to work homicide in San Diego, so I’ve worked with Dr. Chavez and her staff.”
    “So you weren’t always a Fibbie.”
    “No, that’s a fairly recent change.”
    “What did you call Dr. Chavez about?” By the time the chief reached the top of the stairs, he was breathing heavily
    “I needed to let her know to check for gado.”
    He pushed the door open. “Gado?”
    “It’s a possibility. I told her she could send the samples to our lab. No need for the town or the county to cover that expense.”
    “That’s…” He stiffened, his voice trailing off.
    His bulk completely blocked her view. “What is it?”
    He spun around, his face distorted by fury. “You—you—I knew I’d heard your name someplace! Trying to make out like you’re so professional—well, that won’t work now!”
    His face was so red the freckles had disappeared. “Maybe you should calm down. That can’t be good for your blood pressure.”
    She thought he’d explode. “You—”
    Rule’s voice, smooth as silk, came from the other side of the furious man. “Congratulations on that promotion, Pete. Lily’s right. You want to watch your blood pressure. I’d recommend anger management therapy.”
    Daly pulled himself together, but the color stayed high in his face. He didn’t say a word.