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Cath’s human dildo of a boyfriend. Get a warrant for the asshole’s computer and you’ll see the download history for yourself!”
    “With nothin’ to support any of this, except for your gut feeling!” Miles screamed, his face turning five shades of crimson. “I got less than a fuckin’ year left on the job, Jane. I’m not gonna put my ass on the line without tangible evidence!”
    “We have the drugs with the computerized name on the bottle!”
    “Which will get thrown out of evidence by the DA because of your OTR interview.”
    “He’s right, Jane,” Weyler quietly agreed.
    Now Jane needed a late morning adult beverage. She had to keep pushing the true numinous instigator of this investigation to the back of her mind and focus on the fact that her gut really did drive her actions. “So, that’s it? You’ll try to track down the porn, but you won’t find anything on Devinder’s computer and there’ll be no credit card charges for overseas kiddie skin rags. And by the time the trail runs cold, Cath and her waste of skin scrote will have jumped five time zones, never to be seen again. Great. Fucking great!” She turned to Miles with one last appeal. “Take another look at the crime scene photos. It’s hinky, Bruce. JDLR.” Jane figured she might be able to create a pseudo bond with Miles by using cop talk. In
this case, “JDLR” stood for “Just Doesn’t Look Right.” She wanted to say how the death scene was overkill in the smarmy department and to talk to Devinder’s parents to find out about his recent behavior, any business troubles, depression—and so on. But it would have been like talking to a shoe and asking it to get up and walk.
    After Miles left Weyler’s office, Jane got the expected minor admonition from her boss, which she took with silent resentment. Later that morning, Chris successfully cornered her by the coffeemaker and offered Jane a takeout dinner on him that night. She was well aware that the dining destination would be her house and that dessert would be sex. Jane agreed with half-hearted desire. She’d have to pick up another bottle or two of Jack on the way home. She needed a few extra shots these days to tolerate Chris in bed.

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    “You gotta let it go, baby,” Chris said to Jane, sliding his narrow frame behind her.
    The Pad Thai was only partially eaten before Chris was already focused on dessert. Jane stood at the kitchen counter and grabbed the bottle of Jack she bought at the corner liquor store. She poured herself another tall shot. Is this shot number five or number six? She’d lost count after draining the six Coronas. Her body separated from her core and her mind wandered.
    “You can’t even tell me how you know Hindu Harry.”
    Chris’ voice sounded distant. “Hindu Harry? You’re a fucking riot,” Jane slurred, dripping with sarcasm and knocking back the shot of booze.
    “Baby, baby, baby,” Chris’ breath reeked of beer and whiskey, as he wrapped his arms around Jane’s body from behind. He pulled her tucked shirt out of her pants with his usual lack of finesse and quickly worked his fingers under her bra.
    Jane felt a jolt of heat rush down her spine. The booze was working fast tonight. Her mind flashed with split-second images. First, she saw her meeting with Cath Bashir
earlier that day. Then, there was the unsuccessful appeal to Sergeant Weyler in his office. Next, she was buying the bottles of whiskey at the corner store. But then, within a millisecond flash, there was an unknown car behind her, as she drove home. What the fuck was that? Jane thought. She’d been so deep in her head that she hadn’t paid her usual keen attention to her surroundings. That, and the fact that she’d already popped the cap off two beers in the car once she cleared the parking garage at Denver Headquarters.
    Chris unbuttoned her jeans and forced his greedy hand into Jane’s panties. Through it all, she was detached, becoming more of an observer than a