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Intelligentsia Coffee later, a very exhausted female detective trudged into the Captain’s office. She set him down a cup of black coffee on his desk. That was for the fifteen minutes she was late. Sipping her Cappuccino, she nodded at him, hoping the offering was enough.
    “You look like shit.”
    She smiled. “Thank you? What’d the coroner say?”
    “Why don’t you tell me? You don’t think I have other things to do here?”
    They stared at each other. She turned and left the room.
    “Monaghan!”
    She froze, turned around, and went back into his office. Mazzagatti glared at her with his favorite pen twirling in both hands again.
    “Sir?”
    “Show a little respect.”
    “Sorry, sir.” She dipped her head. “I will go to the coroner now. Thank you. I’ll let you know what I find out.”
    He motioned to the door. “Now you can go.”
    She blinked her way out of the room, coffee begging to be downed. On her way to the desk, Lennox and Lanky spotted her and made a beeline. “How’s Mazzagatti?” Lennox sneered.
    “Taste good??” his buddy smirked.
    Kara’s eyes went dead. “Show your Captain respect, Sergeant Lanky.”
    The man’s nasty smirk grew. “I meant the coffee. Get your mind out of the gutter, Detective .”
    She shot them both a look and then moved to go around them. They didn’t make it easy. “Get the fuck out of my way or I’ll make you,” she growled. They both laughed and moved over, but as she went to her desk she could feel them raping her with their eyes.
    Most cops got in this for the right reasons, to serve the public. Make a difference. A lot of them joined because someone in their family suffered some wrong when they were children and they wanted to have the power to help, now that they’d grown up and could. They didn’t want to be victims anymore. And they wanted to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Plus the benefits were amazing.
    But guys like Lanky and Lennox became cops to get away with shit they couldn’t if they didn’t have a badge. It was vile, and her instincts told her she’d have to keep an eye on them.

Chapter Ten
    X avier kicked Curragh awake . “I got a call from Howard.”
    Rising up on one elbow he stared at his packmate. “Who?”
    “The wolf who works at the morgue. The scrawny one.”
    “Oh yeah.” Curragh grunted, picking up his own phone to check the time. Just after seven o’clock. “What’s he calling for? I thought we made it clear he was on his own.” Curragh glanced over to Draik’s mattress. It was empty. “Where’d he go?”
    “He left after you crashed out. Went to Lynette’s, I think. Who knows. Get up. Howard said a Russian was brought in.”
    Curragh muttered, stretching his neck, “So? What else is new?” He threw the thin blanket off and climbed out of bed buck-naked.
    Xavier followed him, all ready to go in dark jeans, a black button-up and thick motorcycle boots. “He said the gun shot wound was self-inflicted.” Heading for the half-full coffee pot, he added, “Oh, and he found wolf DNA on the body. That’s our guy from last night.”
    Curragh’s languid steps quickened, now wide awake. “Are you fucking kidding me? He shot himself? Where’d they find the body?”
    “Same place we left it. Only he was alive then. Interesting, huh?”
    Curragh paced. “No. Not interesting. Fucked up. When I found out he wasn’t lying about the rooftop, I thought we could get more out of him with a lot more pressure. Now we’ve got nothing. You made bacon? How did I not smell that?”
    “Don’t ask me,” Xavier shot back with an amused smirk. “I kept expecting you to roll over when I was making it. But you were like a corpse.”
    “Speaking of corpses,” Curragh mumbled, chomping on a thick slice of bacon meat. “Let’s go to the morgue and see what’s up.”
    Xavier nodded. “That kid surprised me. He keeps coming through for us.”
    “No. Get rid of that look on your face.” He threw the bacon at