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out in a hall closet.”
    “Unharmed?”
    “Unharmed,” Steve confirmed. “Pretty resourceful bugger too. He snapped off a few shots on his sister’s cell phone as the perps took off.”
    “Anything come back?”
    “Two of them. Wearing ski masks, work uniforms. The lab is working them over now.” He grinned good-naturedly. “Maybe I ought to leave something for that press conference, huh, LT?”
    A call came in scratchily over the detective’s handheld radio. Brenda, the department’s secretary, who used to be Hauck’s secretary too. “Chief wanted you to know, they scheduled a press conference at eleven thirty, lieutenant…”
    Chrisafoulis responded, “Tell him I’ll be there.” He clicked off the radio and snorted back a laugh. “Must be a little strange to hear, huh?”
    “You mean ‘lieutenant’?” Hauck shrugged it off. “Listen, I knew what I was doing, Steve.”
    “You know, today, you’re welcome to have it back if you want to rethink it,” the detective said, gloomily looking around. “You assured me it was just a walk in the park out here in the burbs.”
    Someone called for him from outside the room. Steve waved, bobbed the radio in his palm like a heavy weight.
    “Those other jobs,” Hauck said, “if I remember right, one time the perps came in and found the family at home?”
    “The Nelson place.” Steve nodded. “Out on Riversville.”
    Hauck looked him in the eye. “So how’d that one go?”
    “I know where you’re heading…They shoved them into the pantry at gunpoint and took whatever they could and ran.”
    “What I thought, Steve.”
    The head of detectives looked at him and exhaled, then backed away. “The wife and daughter were in the bedroom upstairs. Lemme know if you find anything.” He winked. “Can always use the help. Take a minute, before you go.”

CHAPTER SIX
    T he bedroom had a few techs and detectives Hauck knew well milling around and he said hi, fielding a few questions about how things were going and what he was doing there.
    He looked around the room—shades of yellow and green, colorful and warm. Hauck felt he could see April’s personality in it, the floral curtains and painted vines on the wall. The bed was still tousled from last night. A Jodi Picoult novel lay on her nightstand. A few framed pictures of her family and the dog.
    Even her familiar scent—fresh, like daisies—returned to him after all these years.
    He made his way over to the master closet and waited until the last CSI tech left.
    Two body outlines were next to each other, almost overlapping. Hauck envisioned April shielding her daughter, their mouths taped, wrists bound, terror leaping wildly in her heart. She must’ve heard them. The gunmen coming back upstairs; the door opening, light bursting in. Her daughter’s frantic, muffled screams. The vast depth of fear subsumed in a greater sadness.
    That must have been horrible for her.
    He had seen it so many times. Always left him numb in his heart. People he had loved.
    Why did it always feel as if it was the first?
    They had been kept in here while her husband was led down to the safe. What the hell had gone wrong? Had one of them seen one of their faces and the bastards had to cover their tracks? Had Marc tried to fight back? The dresser drawers were open, clothes, photographs, papers strewn over the floor. On top of the console, an enameled jewelry box was rifled through.
    Robbery.
    Hauck kneeled and pressed his palm in the center of the first blue outline. For a second, it was as if he felt her warm heart still beating there. After all these years. A fist of nausea rolled up in his gut. The past rushing back, a driverless train out of control.
    He had seen this so many times, he thought he could just put it aside.
    But he couldn’t. Everything always came back.
    In the clash between memory and forgetting, memories always won.

    “Ty…?”
    He recognized her as soon as he turned. After all these years.
    At the back of