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bulldozer tires.”
    “OK. Want me to check on the Parker woman?”
    Yes
is what Mike should’ve said. “No. I’ll take care of it.”
    “OK.”
    After Pete left, Mike picked up the Parker file and flipped through it. Something felt off about the whole Mitchell-Parker mess, but he couldn’t nail it down. Maybe if he’d actually shut his eyes last night, his brain cells would be functioning. He turned his attention back to the article that had popped up in his Google search on Rachel Parker. Her background check had been clean, but Mike wanted details. He wanted to know everything about her. More than the facts in his reports. She was thirty-one, never married, and, until six months ago, was employed as a rider and horse trainer by Rising Star Farms. Several news articles had linked Rachel romantically to the stable’s owner, Blake Webb, a richer-than-rich blueblood with nothing better to do with his life than play with horses and sailboats.
    A tall shadow filled his office doorway. “Don’t you ever go home?”
    Sean Wilson, the ER doctor’s younger brother and Mike’s best friend since grade school, set a take-out bag and a cardboard drink tray on the desk.
    The smell of fresh coffee filled his nose, and Mike leaned toward the pair of steaming cups. “Sorry I had to cancel breakfast with you and Jack this morning. I have a man out on disability. I’m swamped.” In addition to the Mitchell domestic, a brawl at the local dive bar, three drunk drivers, and a burglary had rounded out the weekend.
    “You bailed on the last two poker games at Jack’s too. My cousin is starting to think you don’t like him.” Sean slumped into one of the chairs that faced Mike’s desk.
    In fact, Sean’s cousin, Jack, was a former cop and an all-around good guy. But Mike’s failure to catch a serialkiller six weeks ago had almost cost Jack his fiancée. Mike couldn’t help but wonder if Jack blamed him as much as he blamed himself.
    “And we haven’t sparred in weeks,” Sean griped.
    “There are plenty of other guys at the gym. Maybe if you didn’t fight so dirty some of them would spar with you.”
    “Bunch of pussies. No such thing as rules in a real fight.” Sean handed Mike his coffee. “Never stopped you from taking me on.”
    “Criminals fight dirty too. I consider sparring with you good practice.” But Mike didn’t blame anyone for turning Sean down. The six-foot-four former Army Ranger turned security consultant sparred to keep his hand-to-hand combat skills sharp, not to score match points.
    “Now you’re comparing me to criminals?” Sean opened a small box of doughnuts out of the bag and offered it to Mike.
    “I’m just saying it wouldn’t kill you to follow a rule now and then.” He waved off the sugar-fest.
    “Yeah, I know. Your body’s a temple and all that crap.” Sean lifted a foil container out of the bag and handed it to Mike. “Western omelet and whole wheat toast.”
    “Thanks.” Mike lifted the lid. The smells of sautéed onions and peppers wafted out, and his empty stomach growled in approval.
    Sean gestured with a Boston cream. “Just like it wouldn’t kill you to break a rule occasionally. Admit it. You like the chance to let loose in the ring with me. You’re so uptight the rest of the time.”
    Since Mike had long ago accepted his uptightedness, he dug into the omelet. “Don’t you have a wife to bother this morning?”
    “Already did that.” Sean grinned. “Seriously, you can’t be the chief and a full-time patrol officer.”
    “Until Matt Dexter’s broken ankle heals, I’m exactly that. I don’t have enough bodies to cover shifts, and there’s no room in the budget for overtime.” Mike washed down a corner of toast with his coffee. “I don’t send officers into domestic disputes alone.”
    “Just make sure you take the same care with your own safety.” Sean shot him a pointed look. “And take an occasional day off.”
    “Doesn’t matter. Sleep isn’t