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insisted on treating Shannon Davenport with kid gloves.
    He watched Shannon and Campbell spar off across the table from each other in the interrogation room.
    â€œI can’t help you if you won’t talk to me,” Campbell said.
    â€œYou can’t help me if I do talk to you,” Shannon shot back.
    â€œWho shot your daughter, Shannon? May I call you Shannon?”
    â€œWhatever.”
    Campbell sighed. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “Shannon, who shot your daughter?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œWho shot the boy at your daughter’s funeral?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œCan you describe him?”
    â€œNo.”
    Campbell stood up. He leaned across the table in Shannon’s face. “I have eyewitnesses who say he stood as close to you as I am right now. And you don’t know what he looks like?”
    â€œNo.”
    Campbell changed tactics. He sat back down. In a friendlier tone he asked, “Who shot up your bedroom tonight?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œAny idea why someone would feel the need to plaster your bedroom with bullet holes?”
    Shannon shifted uneasily in his chair. Lombardo listened intently on the other side of the glass. Shannon tossed a hostile look at the mirror on his side of the room.
    â€œMaybe they don’t like my decorating. Actually, I was hoping you might tell me that. You’re the investigating officer.”
    Campbell got to his feet. He paced the room. “I’m growing weary of playing these word games with ya, black. Just so ya know.”
    Shannon warmed to the sound of the street code. Finally this cop was speaking his language. “Now we’re on the same page, my brother. ’Cause I’m getting sick of you and Rambo pissing off in the wrong direction.”
    There was a discreet knock at the door.
    Campbell opened it. He stepped into the hall. A policewoman handed Campbell a sheet of paper. “There’s no sheet on the wife. She’s clean. She’s a very hardworking young lady. Holds down a respectable managerial position in the bank. Appears to have married wrong, though. I guess you already know the husband has a different story.”
    â€œYeah. It’s pretty much what I expected. But I can’t afford to leave any rocks unturned. Know what I mean?”
    The policewoman nodded. Lombardo appeared. He was itching to get in Shannon’s face. “Let me take a shot at him, Campbell.”
    Campbell and Lombardo entered the interrogation room together. “I have a couple of questions for you,” Lombardo said.
    Shannon stood up. “I ain’t got no answers for you.”
    Lombardo ignored him. “You have plenty of quirky little incidents that I could drive a tractor trailer through. For instance, why would someone shoot at you after your little girl’s funeral?”
    Lombardo paused, then continued. “And why would Spence Parkinson’s body be dropped into Jasmine’s grave?” Lombardo shrugged. “Like maybe Spence killed Jasmine. Revenge or a deal gone bad.”
    Shannon refused to utter a word. Lombardo moved closer to Shannon. “And maybe you hired my boy at the cemetery to kill Spence. A little revenge of your own?”
    Shannon’s eyes shot sparks. “Are you charging me with something?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDo you have a reason to hold me?”
    â€œNot yet.”
    Shannon smiled. “You want me, hunter?”
    Lombardo shrugged. “Not unless you step out of line.”
    Shannon walked to the door. “You don’t draw my lines, Little Italy, I do. You’re barking up the wrong tree, hunter. You should be out beating the bushes. Any young rookie knows that.”
    It was Lombardo’s turn to smile. “Don’t let it worry you. I’m there too.”
    â€œWell, make sure you don’t step up behind the wrong bush,” Shannon issued him a veiled