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Mahurin as the killer and the higher-ups wanted the case closed.” The next picture showed another official cop headshot, a woman with light brown skin and an engaging smile. Daire found the face vaguely familiar.
    “This is Forrester,” Parker announced.
    Daire sat back in his chair, as much to put distance between him and the distracting Parker as in surprise at the information. “Really? I guess I just assumed you were investigating a man.”
    Parker gave him one of those stares women gave men when they’d done or said something stupid. “Women can be dirty, too.”
    “Yeah, of course, I just…you know?” He shrugged. “Anyway, I don’t know her. Nothing in particular rings any bells. She certainly wasn’t anyone I ever saw my father with.”
    Parker turned in her chair, angling her body to look at Daire more fully. “Would it surprise you to know that she was the first cop on the scene when your parents were killed?”
    Daire’s eyes widened in confusion. “I know a woman in uniform was first on the scene. Officer Warren.”
    “Her name was Warren. Now it’s Forrester.”
    “She got married,” he said because of course that would explain the name change and he’d never really focused on the first responder in the case.
    “Actually, she got divorced and changed her name back. She’d been married to a Mr. Warren since graduating from college. Within a year after your parents’ murders, this cop, whose career had thus far been mediocre, made detective and split up with her husband. Lots of change in her life in a short amount of time.”
    Daire shifted his gaze to a far corner as he tried to work out the surprising information. Forrester didn’t show up in any of the pictures he’d pored over with his brothers, Regan, and Diego. No women did. All of the illegal activity Mahurin had haphazardly catalogued for some rainy day scenario had involved men, a real sausage fest. So where did Forrester fit in, and why, after going to the trouble of hiding all the other information, did Mahurin leave stuff lying around about Forrester?
    He looked back at Parker, who calmly sipped her tea and watched his internal musing with apparent patience. “May I ask how you picked up on the Forrester connection?”
    “It was easy. Mahurin’s phone records showed numerous calls to and from her, plus he kept a file in a desk at home showing payments he’d made to her. The bookkeeping left something to be desired, but it didn’t take much effort to track down the bank accounts and tie the timing of the payments to cases Forrester had been working on in vice. Mahurin’s security efforts sucked, to be frank.”
    Or he’d deliberately left the Forrester trail as a sop for a possible investigation. Again, Daire thought of all the stuff in Diego’s box of wonder. Maybe Mahurin had been smarter than anyone thought. Give internal affairs someone to chew on and hold up as proof the rot had been rooted out while the real bad apples laid low and got away. Mahurin might have been playing both angles, protecting his accomplices while compiling evidence he could use for his own blackmail if things turned bad for him. Obviously, he hadn’t planned on being killed.
    Daire looked into the serious eyes of Li and had to bite his tongue to stop himself from confessing what he had.
    Putting her mug of tea down, Parker clicked on another screen. A neatly organized spreadsheet popped up filled with numbers and dates. “This is what we found. The D.A. is worried that it isn’t enough to hang Forrester. There’s talk that she’s going to claim she and Mahurin had a personal relationship and that’s why they talked so much and he gave her money.”
    Daire couldn’t stop himself from picturing Mahurin as he’d last seen him at Uncle Jack’s birthday party. Then he tried picturing the younger and fairly attractive Forrester tapping that. He gave Parker a skeptical look.
    She shrugged. “There’s no accounting for taste. My father is