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her head through the doorway.
    “ Hey,” she said.
    “ Hey.”
    She came in to his office and collapsed on a chair with a loud sigh, looking out the windows. “Nice view.”
    “ It’s not bad. How’s Neary going?”
    “ Not good. Totally random from what I can tell. Talked to a girlfriend he had that said he wouldn’t’ve hurt anybody. No criminal history, no major debts, nothing.” She saw his PhD on the wall. “I heard you had a doctorate. What are you doing here?”
    Stanton shrugged and lifted the Jacobs box and placed it on the floor. “Don’t let it shock you,” he said.
    “ What?”
    “ Neary. The randomness of it. Some people only want to add chaos without getting anything in return.”
    “ I’ve worked Robbery/Homicide in LA for two years. Randomness doesn’t shock me. It’s meaninglessness that does. Whoever did this did something horrific and against his interests that probably didn’t even bring him any pleasure. I don’t understand it. And you didn’t answer my question. Most cops daydream about an exit strategy and you’ve got one hanging on your wall.”
    “ It’s not as simple as—”
    His phone rang. He answered it and heard the front desk receptionist’s voice tell him he had a call from a Tim at the Barbeque Pit.
    “ Send it through … Hello?”
    “ Hi, is this Jon?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ Jon, Tim, from the Barbeque Pit.”
    “ What can I do for you, Tim?”
    “ I did have a schedule from back then. Must’ve hung on to it cause I thought you guys would want it and no one asked me for it.”
    “ I’ll send someone down to pick it up.”
    “ It’s an Excel spreadsheet. I just emailed it to you.”
    “ Thanks.”
    “ All right, man. You find that cocksucker you pop him once for me.”
    He hung up and turned to his computer and then remembered he didn’t have a new password yet to log in to his email from his office. The administrator was on vacation.
    “ Do you mind if I check my email on your computer?”
    “ Sure,” Jessica said.
    Her office was easily half the size of his with no windows. But the walls were covered in photos. There was one of a young boy in a soccer uniform, standing with his foot on a ball.
    “ Your boy?”
    “ Yup,” she said, closing a few windows on her screen. “All yours.”
    Stanton logged into the San Diego PD server and went to his account. He had two hundred and thirty-seven unread messages. Most of them were updates, questions about holiday and over-time pay, announcements for birthdays and retirements … Tim’s was at the top of the list and he clicked on it.
    In the body of the email was a name: Kelly Ann Madison. Next to that was a phone number. Stanton opened the attachment and saw the schedule. It covered a period of three months and Tami had only worked evenings. The day she had been killed was the only time she was scheduled for a morning shift. Kelly was scheduled to take her evening shift.
    “ My sister watches him during the day.”
    “ I’m sorry?” Stanton said, turning to her. She was sitting on the edge of her desk, staring at the boy’s photo.
    “ I was just thinking out loud.”
    “ Must be hard not to see him as much as you’d like.”
    “ It is. I think you said you had some.”
    “ Two boys.”
    Stanton put Kelly’s phone number into his phone’s contact list and rose to leave. “Thanks for letting me use your computer.”
    “ No problem … hey, I’m starving. Do you want to grab something to eat? Maybe we can swap notes on our cases or something.”
    “ I can’t right now. How about a rain check?”
    “ Yeah,” she said, looking down to the floor. “I was just thinking we might both be hungry. No big deal.”
    “ Are you free tomorrow?”
    “ Sure.”
    “ Tomorrow then.”
    “ Sure, tomorrow.”
    Stanton walked to his office and shut the door. He pulled up Kelly on his phone, and dialed the number.
     

11
     
    Stanton sat in his car in the parking lot of the Westfield UTC mall. Night