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restraining order? Jesus, Cary. You’re a goddamn lawyer. You know you can’t harass me”
    She pulled the phone from her ear as Cary’s voice carried like a gunshot to the side of her head.
    “You are a stupid bitch and you can’t do this to me. You belong to me…”
    She pressed the CALL END button.

Chapter Five
    Tuesday, 2:00, Cherrystone, Washington
    Java the Hut loomed like a mirage and Emily pulled in and absentmindedly ordered the special of the day-a doubletall white chocolate mocha. She wondered about the wisdom of making a mocha with white chocolate anyway. Was white chocolate really chocolate after all?
    The young woman at the window took her order.
    “Make it a triple shot,” Emily said. “And no whip.”
    Emily stared out the window and mentally sorted the preliminary findings phoned in from Spokane County’s coroner’s office. The coroner’s assistant talked with the dispassionate voice of someone who worked with violence every day. She rattled off the findings, laundry-list style, without taking a single breath. None of what she said was earth-shattering, but it was good that what Emily had seen at the crime scene matched what the techies were finding in the dank, cramped, and acrid-smelling basement lab. Observation and science went hand in hand in the courtroom provided they ever got that far. It appeared that both of the parents had been shot at close range, nearly execution style. The youngest victim was shot in the back from some distance, perhaps indicating flight. Maybe Donny had come across Nicholas as he fired away at his parents? And in running to get help or save his own life, he had been blasted by Nick with the shotgun? Their dressor lack of it-suggested evening or early morning as the time of attack. Then again it could have been the raging fury of the tornado, ripping off their clothes. Jason’s plucked-chicken comment came to mind.
    The barista attempted to make small talk as the espresso machine sent a cloud of steam into the interior of what had once been a Fotomat.
    “Busy day?”
    “Absolutely killer,” Emily said without an iota of sarcasm.
    The young woman smiled and shrugged as the steam forced its way through the tamped coffee.
    “Tell me about it,” she said. “I had to make seven drinks for a lady who was taking them to her office. My lineup of regulars was madder than you-know-what”
    Emily smiled. She didn’t say anything about the stupid white chocolate coffee she was going to drink. She didn’t say anything about what she’d seen at the Martin place. Or who she was looking for. People would find out soon enough. Cherrystone, which had just dodged a bullet with the tornado in terms of no loss of human life, was about to be put on the map as the hometown of a gruesome and frightening family murder.
    Emily paid and drove over to the school. She told Sheriff Kiplinger that she’d talk to the principal at Cherrystone High about Nick Martin. The Spokane media was already swarming, and reporters from Seattle were also making inquiries about hotel rooms. A triple homicide was big, fat, unbeliev able news. It was after lunchtime, and the usually tidy streets of Cherrystone were oddly quiet, given the coming of the second storm in a week the media storm.
    Emily sipped her mocha and nearly gagged. It was sickeningly, almost throat burning, sweet. If she hadn’t considered the combination of sugar and caffeine as a necessary elixir given her past few days, she’d have tossed the paper cup out the window. Damn the city’s littering ordinance.
    Her cell rang. It was David.
    “Emily, we have to talk,” he said, without so much as a hello.
    “David,” she answered, her voice slightly brittle, “we don’t have anything to talk about. At least not now.”
    “Yeah, we do. We need to talk about Jenna. I don’t want her growing up in some Podunk town”
    Her brow narrowed and she rolled her eyes. “Thanks. I grew up here, David.”
    “No offense, but I’m sure