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was logging off of his computer and collecting his car keys.
    “You been talking to the fed.” He stood and shrugged into his blazer.
    “What, am I under surveillance now?”
    “Sean saw you at the pool hall.” He gave her a look that was part big brother, part local cop defending his turf. “Guess you got your second wind last night, huh?”
    “Guess so.” She sat on the side of his desk and peeked inside the white paper bag. “Such a cliché,” she said, and helped herself to a glazed doughnut.
    “He tell you his theory?” Jonah asked.
    “No, his favorite sexual position.”
    His face hardened. “You want to be careful here, Doyle. Bender’s already got a lawyer involved. If you start circulating some new case theory and he hears about it—”
    “No one’s circulating anything.” She chomped into the doughnut. The icing melted on her tongue and made the roof of her mouth sticky. “I just want to see what we’ve got.”
    Jonah gazed down at her, and she was reminded of Mark Wolfe. Both men towered over her, but Jonah was bulky while Mark was just big. Maybe he’d played basketball at one time. He definitely had the build for it.
    Jonah sighed and shook his head. He reached for a thick brown file in his in-box.
    “Murder book’s in Reynolds’s office,” he said, referring to the official receptacle of all info in a homicide case. “This has the highlights—copy of the autopsy, initial police report, first round of interviews. You want to see the book, you’re going to have to go through Reynolds.”
    “Why all the secrecy?”
    “Just being careful. Like I said, the ex-boyfriend’s got a lawyer. A good one. We don’t need any screw-ups.”
    Allison sucked the sugar off her fingertips before taking the file. It was heavier than it looked.
    She glanced up at Jonah, who happened to be one of the best detectives she’d ever met. “What makes you so sure about the boyfriend?”
    He waited a beat. “This hasn’t been in the news yet—”
    “And you think I’m going to leak it? Thanks.”
    He ignored the jab. “Stephanie Snow took out a restraining order on her ex the day before her disappearance. I interviewed the guy who served the papers, too, and Bender was pissed.”
    “Timing’s pretty incriminating.”
    “Tell me about it. I’ve worked more than a few cases where the restraining order was found at the scene of the crime.”
    “Some men don’t take rejection well.”
    “No shit.”
    “But I’d still like to see where we are.”
    “Have at it. You got anything to add, go talk to Reynolds. He’s holding on tight to this one.” Jonah looked at his watch. “I got a deposition in twenty. Put that back when you’re done.”
    Jonah took off, and Allison carried the file into the same interview room where she’d viewed the convenience store video last night. As unpleasant as that had been, this was going to be worse by a factor of a thousand.
    Her thoughts went to Mark Wolfe. Why was he so convinced this case was connected to the ones inCalifornia? You’ll know it when you see it, he’d said, and she hoped he was right. She took a deep breath and opened the file.
    The police report was on top, stapled to a sketch of the crime scene. Everything was stamped COPY . She flipped through the paperwork. No crime-scene photos, which made her both relieved and annoyed. She’d have to look harder for details about the hair. Allison found the ME’s report tucked beneath an interview with the dog walker who had found the body. The report had a coffee ring on the top page and was already smudged with fingerprints. Someone had spent time with this. Probably Jonah. And if Allison knew her colleague, he’d shown the report to Ric Santos for a second opinion. The two detectives weren’t the oldest on the squad, but they were the best, and they always sought each other’s input.
    Allison had noticed because they so rarely sought hers. Not that she was bitter or anything—she hadn’t given