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could continue with what he admitted was a well-deserved rebuke. “Look, I know I was a fucking asshole to the squirt. And to be honest, I don’t know why I let her get to me. It’s just that she looked so improbable last night. Christ, everyone else on the squad was armed with equipment up the wazoo. They looked like they knew what they were doing. Fuck it, they were even writing down their findings. But Specs didn’t have so much as a goddamned pen in her hand. No, she just walked the scene for five and a half hours as if those weighty windows she wears were all she needed to capture the essence of the crime. Fuck. Who does she think she is, Cassandra the Entangler?”
    “Sheesh, bro. Callin’ on the Greeks to divine the quintessence of the sprite? Man, she really got to you, didn’t she? Wanna tell me why…or should I tell you?”
    Jude sneered. “Oh please, mighty all-knowing one, elucidate me. Tell me why the squirt studied every square inch of the scene and never spoke to a soul for the entire night. Including you, Jared, her supposed friend. And then while you’re at it, tell me why any woman needs to dress like a fuckin’ bag lady. Christ, I couldn’t tell a goddamn thing about her ass or her tits under those ugly shreds she wears.”
    Jared returned his glare, his eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and scorn. “Hmm, bro, let’s start with the fact that the only other person I saw studying the scene without so much as a pen, and who spoke a total of twelve crisp, barked commands the entire night, was you . Could it be that you saw someone who analyzes a crime scene the way that the infamous Jude Justice does? By implanting every improbable detail into his Intel Xeon Phi Processor? And that in the process, you look as weird as she does? Must have been unsettling, bro, to see a mirror image, a kindred spirit. Especially when she didn’t have the decency to flash her tits and ass so you could categorize her as worthy or unworthy of your attention.”
    Jake added to his brother’s chastisement with a sly grin. “Add to that, after she finished polishing off the doughnuts, and without so much as a dainty burp, Ms. Hughes went to the heart of the crime scene, arriving at precisely the same place you did.”
    He held up his hand, stopping Jude’s protest. “Uh-uh. Don’t bother disagreeing, bro. When she laid out her analysis, the look of amazement andconsternation on your mug was priceless. Trust me, Jared and I will remember it for years to come. Jude Justice, the crime scene sorcerer, coming face to face with his doppelganger. A half-pint, spiky-haired girl at that. Priceless, I tell you!”
    Feeling his face heat, Jude put up his hands. “Okay, okay, enough. You’ve outed me. I’m the insufferable asshole who prides himself on reading a crime scene like no one else can. And, as you so nicely pointed out, Jared, I’m also a chauvinistic boor to boot. We’re in agreement. Now , if it isn’t asking too much, will you please tell me who the hell ‘Hercule fuckin’ Poirot in drag’ is?”
    Jared chuckled gleefully. “Too bad we’ve sworn off the booze for breakfast, buddy. You probably coulda used it to grab hold of these details. Okay, so who is Skylar Hughes? You were chasing hajis when Sky hit the tabloids. But even you might have heard about the sixteen-year-old mathematical whiz who not only hacked the IRS computer network, but spent a few weeks hanging out in the DOD’s deepest, darkest informational jungles. Naturally, the Fibbies tried to squash the publicity, not wanting to look like the compromised assholes that they were. If they’d had their way, Skylar would have spent the rest of her days in a padded cell with no access to an electric shaver, much less a computer.
    “Fortunately for Sky and the rest of us mere mortals, her father is none other than Morton J. Hughes, the MIT mathematical mastermind. Being a DOD advisor, not to mention his connections to several prominent