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    "Doctor Stone." Jake walked into the room. "Meet Detective Axelrod. This is Axelrod's first day in homicide."
    “Doctor.” The young man’s voice was tentative as he stood up to shake Sky’s hand.
    "She's a shrink." Butera gave a dismissive grunt.
    Sky watched Axelrod’s boyish face change.
    "You're the woman who killed Benny Gentile." Axelrod looked at Sky with open admiration.
    "She's a fucking menace," Butera said.
     "Benny Gentile was getting booked when he went for the arresting officer's service weapon." Jake’s voice was clipped, warning Butera off. "Doctor Stone happened to be there and she executed a standard police chokehold."
    Axelrod gaped at Sky. "But … you're so small."
    "Bruce Lee was only five feet four." Kyle beamed at Sky like a proud parent. "Dr. Stone is our own little stealth bomber. Under the radar." He added a hand gesture for emphasis and pointed a bony finger at Butera. "No charges were filed on that case, by the way. Benny was a pedophile. Rape and abuse of a child, remember that conviction, Butera? A real piece of shit. She did the world a favor."
    Detective Axelrod continued to stare at Sky with round eyes. She met his gaze out of professional habit but her heart wasn't in it. The subject of Benny Gentile depressed her.
    "Stone?" The rookie's mouth worked into a wide grin. "You're Monk Stone's daughter." He looked like he'd just won the lottery.
    "Shut up and sit down, Axelrod." Jake's body stiffened at the mention of Monk's name. Sky wrote it off to professional jealousy. Guess that hadn’t changed, either.
    She pretended to read something in her notebook but she could feel young Axelrod’s mind working over this new information.
    Jake slammed the door shut and briefed the team on the case. When he was finished, there was a short pause. Then everyone seemed to talk at once.
    "Bullough’s Pond!" Axelrod blurted. "I played hockey on that pond in the winter!” He blushed and ran his hand over a blonde cowlick. “When I was a kid, I mean."
    "I skinny-dipped there with my first wife," Kyle chimed in.
    "Why Bullough’s Pond? And just before the marathon?" Butera seemed genuinely puzzled.
    Sky agreed. Bullough’s Pond did seem an unlikely place to find a dead body. It was like finding one in your back yard.
    Jake adjusted the shoulder strap of his holster. "Anything from the kids?”
    Kyle said, “Noah Payne and his sister Molly left their mother’s residence on Pulsifer around three o’clock this morning and walked approximately half a mile to Bullough’s Pond, where they fished along the east edge. Noah reports wearing ear buds the entire time, he was listening to his iPod. I asked him to show me how loud.” Kyle grimaced. “It was break-your-ear-drum setting. Said his sister yanked on his arm, maybe twenty-five minutes after arrival, complaining about bait. He gives her more bologna, they fish maybe ten more minutes before they pack up and start home. They walk down Dexter, cut through the woods, where Noah comes on the body. He calls his mother, the kids high tail it home. That’s it. Says except for the body, he didn’t see anyone, didn’t hear anyone, didn’t smell anyone.”
    “Did he see any cars, trucks, bikes?”
    “Negative.”
    Jake turned to Sky. “What about the girl?”
    "Molly saw a woman and a man. Listen.” Sky played the interview tape for the detectives.
    “Six feet, athletic build, dressed in black, deep voice. That’s it?” Jake raked a hand through his hair. “We’ll get a sketch artist, see what the girl comes up with.”
    “Molly said they were both wearing hoods. She couldn’t see their faces. The victim was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. That corroborates Molly’s story. Probably the best we’ll get is a body sketch.”
    Sky watched Jake's jaw work, it signaled his frustration.
    Grind away, she thought. You’ve got a crime scene in the woods, and no spatial relationships between killer, victim and scene.