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time. Five rounds in the chest, two to the head.
    I flipped the safety back on my gun and slipped it into my shoulder holster beneath my jacket.
    Sam took her ear coverings off, shaking out her dark curls. "I don’t know why you have to wear that thing," she said, gesturing to my gun. "It’s like a hundred degrees outside, and you gotta wear a jacket to cover it."
    I looked down. A fine sheen of sweat was already dotting the inside of my blazer. "I don’t mind."
    "Mind? You’re gonna get heat stroke."
    I put my hands on my hips. "Did you put on panties this morning, Sam?"
    She grinned. "Are you hitting on me, boss?"
    Only I’m pretty sure the look on my face told her I wasn’t kidding.
    "Yes," she said, "I’m wearing panties. Lacey, red ones, if you must know."
    "Right, because even if no one sees them, and you don’t really need them, you feel naked without them."
    Sam shook her head. "Okay, I get it, boss. Insurance, huh?"
    I nodded. "Something like that."
    "And just for the record, sometimes, my panties do get seen." She winked. "I got a life, you know."
    "TMI, Sam." I grabbed my purse, making for the exit.
    "Hey," Sam called after me. "So, what are we gonna do about the judge?"
    " We are going to do nothing. You are going to nail Shankman," I said, pointing a finger at her. "And I am gonna go talk to the wife and make sure she keeps her pretty little mouth shut."
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    As soon as I stepped outside I dialed Mrs. Waterston again. And got no answer, my call going straight to voicemail. Again. I left another message, asking her to please call me back, and hit the end button.
    But no way was I giving up that easily.
    I hopped in my roadster (fire engine red – if you’re buying a car for show, might as well go all out, right?) and drove over the hill to the Waterston’s address in Beverly Hills. It was a large, brick and white columned affair that spoke of someone’s obsession with Gone with the Wind . Singularly out of place in sunny California. And crawling with press.
    I parked my car down the block, scanning the line of reporters for any way to slip inside unnoticed. They were two and three deep near the driveway, a few even going so far as to set up camp on the Waterston’s front lawn. I had a sinking feeling if there was any way to get in or out, Mrs. Waterston had already taken it.
    I flipped open my glove box and pulled out a plastic laminated press pass. Or at least, a really good replica of a press pass that had served me well on more than one occasion. I looped the lanyard around my neck and hopped out, jogging over to the line of vultures waiting to prey on Mrs. Waterston’s media carcass.
    Near the front drive I spotted a guy wearing a windbreaker emblazoned with the Channel 4 logo.
    "Hey, Bob, right?" I asked, coming up behind him.
    He turned, giving me a view of his jowly cheeks and sprayed-in-place hair. "Chip."
    "Right, sorry. Chip. I’m so bad with names. But I recognize you from Channel Four.  You work with Soledad, right?" I asked, pulling out the name of the reporter I'd seen on TV last night
    Chip gave me a quick up and down. "And you are?"
    "Jamie Gonzales. Telemundo." I flashed my fake press pass.
    "Right. Hi, how are you?"
    "Great. Listen, our news van got caught in traffic, and we just got here. Any chance you could catch me up? Is the wife in there?"
    Chip shrugged. "I think so. The only people in or out all day have been crime scene techs and plainclothes."
    I looked toward the front door. A group of said plainclothes officers was huddled there now, their backs to the press as they bent their heads together.
    "They come out with anything new this morning?" I fished.
    "Not that they’re sharing."
    "Any comment from the family?"
    Chip shook his head. "Sorry."
    "Hmm. Well, thanks for the update."
    I turned and was about to head back to my car, relieved at least Mrs. Waterston hadn’t been seen being escorted out in handcuffs, when one of the plainclothes broke free from